k. price

inside the belt

a nation prepares for war, in need of a fix.
amazingly enough a movie called jackass
roars into its second weekend of success.
and we follow blindly.
madly.
intently bored and suffering from too much
of everything.

the heart of the mind ticks off second
after second: anticipation can cause stress
says the billboard on the side of a bus,
as an exhaust pipe farts out a cloud of murky
dust; reminiscence of flatulence is frowned upon,
and considered childish.

ten blocks of the City were closed down yesterday.
a man with a truck asked to speak to the President.
he said he had a bomb. why shouldn't we believe him?
why shouldn't we ask why?

a lone protester stands in the rain, no blood for oil
reads the sign. She couldn't agree more, as three more
buses roar by; she angrily hits the horn of her car;
turns up the radio and closes her eyes.

our nation is a nation of unlimited promise.

or so I am told.