By Wayne Mason
This fabled
American
dream is
an empty
grave marked
by credit cards
instead of
tombstones
Danced
upon by
botox
skeletons
with toothy
prozac
grins and
boners a
mile long
Searching
for God in
Walmarts
and outlet
malls
This is
America?
Apocalyptic
visions don’t
really seem
all that bad
anymore
Clutching at Straws 