At Liberty

This right here. Red, white and blue. There’s a reflection there. The advertisers don’t use museum glass because the contents in the display case is throw away. Not biodegradable. A fresh trash bag placed inside the can. It’s knotted so it won’t blow away. Our flag was still there. Wrapped around the lower half. This is the day the Lord made. Sell the smoke. Sell the gas. Sell it even if it’s broken. 

On Melrose, the intersection of Holy and homeless jams the operating system’s radar. Citizen Same asleep during midday. The garden plants chant this refrain, “I am the true vine, and my Father is the gardener. He cuts off every branch in me that bears no fruit, while every branch that does bear fruit he prunes so that it will be even more fruitful.” The true view before he was detained by authorities.