America from A-Z


Another annihilist anthrax attack
Bitter bitches biting back
Corporations cooperate to corrupt corner-stores
Destroying dreams, defiling dead-bolted doors
Entertaining every entity in its entirety
Forgetting to forgo faux-pais forgery
God's glory gives gore glamour
Hades' hatred has hardened his hammer
Inferior interior inside infantile infinity
Just join Jesus jokingly
Keep kissing karma
Little lisping larva
Morbid mothers mourning morons
Never neglect nourishing neurons
Out of oxygen on our own
Planet pantomime people prone
Question quitting: quick, quit questioning
Return to raving, rarely resting
Slowly Satan's slaves start slipping
Terrified teens try to turn time tripping
Universal unity under universities
Virulent vendetta victimizes vast victories
Wealthy will wallow while we workers wither
Execute executives, exterminate exteriors
You are yesterday's yellow youth yolk yonder
Zealous zilch.

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I have always found comfort in words. It wasn't until recently, however, that I thought any of them were worth sharing. My roommate Mike, whom I had met on Craig's List, convinced me to share my work with him and eventually the rest of the world. When he was killed in a freak accident just a few months ago, I had to keep writing. Mike had cut me open and put this thing, this living typewriter inside of me, and I couldn't stop. Words took over my world and I knew they were meant for something bigger than me. Because of them, I have been able to provide comfort not only to myself, but also to Mike's family and friends in this time of grief. This poem is more experimental than most of my writing but it came from the internal typewriter nonetheless. It will be my first piece ever published but hopefully not the last. I hope to reach out to all of the Mikes in the world and provide comfort to anyone who feels like they don't belong. Just know, you are not alone.