Ashes of American Flags

the cash machine

is blue and green

for a hundred in twenties

and a small service fee

I could spend three dollars

and sixty-three cents

on diet coca-cola

and unlit cigerettes



I wonder why

we listen to poets

when nobody gives a fuck

how hot and sorrowful

this machine begs for luck

all my lies are always wishes



I know I would die

if I could come back new



I want a good life

with a nose for things

a fesh wind and bright sky

to enjoy my suffering

a hole without a key

if I break my tongue

speaking of tomorrow

how will it ever come

all my lies are always my wishes



I know I would die

if I could come back new



I'm down on my hands and knees

every time the doorbell rings

I shake like a toothache

when I hear myself sing

all my lies are only wishes



I know I would die

if I could come back new



I would like to salute

the ashes of American flags

and all the falling leaves

filling up shopping bags