the america i was born into
was still capable
of a corvette summer
johnny carson was a silver haired god
and journalists had integrity pre-infotainment
reporting something we once called news
bookmarks still had a place to keep in society
ebook readers now contain and store
the ghosts of boarded up bookstores
serial killers had the decency to leave messages
leading to their capture
even the street drugs were more pure
ronald reagan memorized lines
george w. bush snorted them
we have become sick
our value as a human being determined
by our access
to quality healthcare insurance
One reply on “prozac summer”
A solemn voice treads through a litany of sins and finds no absolution. Jolting social poetry of the type that circulated on the streets of Paris in 1789. Very well done.