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Michael McGuire
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Shipwrecked on Columbus Day
Untutored dreams wake to the alarm clock mentor,
The moon lingers in the morning sky like a ghost on trial,
Like an assumed innocent that is guilty all the while.
He feels the labor of the wheels thru a landscape; perpetual winter,
That brooding moon haunts the face of every direction,
He stares into it with an abstract affection.
This surreal scene mutates into a realism grotesque,
Sobering spectacle and caffeine slowly rouse the sleepy rage,
The heavens in audience to the new world's tragic stage.
Every day's slow burden a casually epic conquest, Sidewalk extras; jackhammer applause urge the bottomless commotion,
He assumes his duties with a heretic's devotion.
Absolved with a paycheck and you're made in the USA,
Shipwrecked on Columbus day.
All the fury of creation shapes his fist of destruction,
Sometimes the walls just look like they want to come down,
But this isotonic friction just builds the muscles of this town.
Hell's shadow is raw material in the paradise of production,
He sees the snake quit the den of Eden's creditors,
They invest there capital in bigger and better predators.
He makes his route by the woes and wonder shocked,
His troubled pulse keeps time with the traffic lights,
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Red; yellow and green the engine's only rights.
Sidewalk shoppers with TV eyes; the windows wonder-stocked,
A truck with a poster; have you seen me; he knows he has some place,
The reflection in the windshield superimposes his face.
Dying by the book but the ambulance is on the way,
Shipwrecked on Columbus day.
Asleep at the wheel; dreaming that he's going somewhere,
Can't begin to face the hideous fact that he's already there,
His thoughts an oasis to this barren dreamed-out desert,
Alive with the tease; the motored bodies of the fuck-flirt,
Every nerve starved vision embedded In the numbness of the concrete,
The highway's bravado just a coast to coast dead end street,
He's just another jilted passenger with a longing so vivid it's fragile,
Decomposition of the will goes unnoticed; it's so gradual,
Different version; different description of the one that got away,
And change is dragged like an anchor by a one-joke-judge and a laugh-track jury,
The laws of futility renegotiate the fury,
He feels like a victim with no killer's face to accuse,
The first rule of free trade slavery is learn to nourish what you abuse,
He sleeps every night dreaming the American dream just to wake to the American nightmare, Last night he was a Rodin come to life asking for directions to nowhere.
There's no end to how lost you can be when you don't know the way,
Shipwrecked on Columbus day.
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