- Non-Erotic Poetry
- American Dream
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thin tendrils of blue smoke
in the void of gray ensnared
where hidden, a sun that never
wakes, and a moon shinning
sickly green never sleeping
driving jasmine through
the vacant nostrils, vacant minds,
neither sleeping, nor waking from
the American dream. Navajo chiefs
casino driven greed, the epitome of
their hatred, unrealized, cultural
assimilation and the oppressed
wanting nothing more, than to
worship the radioactive dirt of
the promised land, the stolen land,
the land of the slaves, and the
home of the elite.
