Jazz Music poetry Short Stories Uncategorized Urban Legends

prozac summer

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.

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