Disaster
USA FAIRYTALE #1
His [Poe's] laugher
was of a single order: it was inhuman, and mixed with hysteria.
Constance
Rourke, American Humor: A Study of the
National Character
In a time and space of never was
her blues consumed his mind.
Her songs corkscrewed DNA
in his NRA bone-house.
A wild woman of decadent joy,
she twisted him into a consenting toy
Singing traumas, she mentored him
in the logic of absurd faith.
All snow and roses was her face,
sweating drops of tepid grace.
And he, confused in love,
misunderstood her charity.
Branded for a fool, he fell
upon a sickle and spiraled into hell.
Splendid goddess of American fate,
carnal knowledge came far too soon and much too late.
Jerry W. Ward, Jr. November
10, 2017
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