The American Dream

Elusive and indefinable
magnificent and marketable
This American Dream.

Father Washington did you dream of me?
Franklin, Jackson, Abraham?

Who’s dream is this American dream?
Is it Malcolm’s or Martin’s, or could it be Marx’s?

This dream is a struggle.
This dream deals destruction.
This dream is a double edged sword.

It flew out of the cities and into the suburbs.
It left urban decay, poverty, hoods and ghettos.

Then it made you riot and march when they stepped on you.
Stand up for yourself and demand your rights.
Your rights to dream, to live and to love as you are.
Your desires to prosper.

But this dream if not shared deceives.
This dream keeps you busy.
It keeps you fighting to get ahead.
This dream sells you debt and disease.
It gobbles up land and cuts down trees.
Its promises of comfort and plenty are never enough.

This dream is broken, because its American.
Its the dream of children at the helm of an empire.


dreamin in the burbs

Two teenage lovers looked up at their limitless future. Pins and markers marked the map of their great American road trip. Lines traced coast to coast.  He ran his fingers through her auburn hair as they lay on her bedroom floor, her head nestled on his chest. Behind them a dull and standard easy childhood trapped in a safe suburban prison. Ahead of them the open road, danger, freedom and adventure. 

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