America

 

Sunrise in Melbourne, 6.15 am. New York, 2.15 pm.

[America]

 

america why talk to you

you have all my data

what more is there to say

 

america you populate my screen

your gossip is a convulsion

your news a million reactions

 

america the enemy is within

the enemy is without

the enemy’s all in your head

 

america your lies are legion

you suffer from president slump

and wildfire denial

 

america the beat goes on

each year is warmer than the last

summer’s here and the time is right

 

america it’s them bad russians

them russians and them chinamen

before I switch you off

 

america how long have you got

I mute your endless movie stream

I go somewhere not america

 

the live conversation is sane here

sleep is good and jazz cool

the past speaks with now

 

a beautiful book expresses

my soul here and unexpected

words make ginsberg-like poetry

 

here familiar voices comfort

being human is personal

time takes time to observe

 

when I want I text friends

or drop them a whimsical selfie

sent from my iphone