i hate livejournals - June 7th, 2009

My dearest America,

It's time we re-kindled our roamance
I've spent a more intimate inland,
alone in subtle midwest. it's myo hio.
dear nation, i won't wait any longer
i've been known to look in brooklyn
on strategic thursdays and sundays
stashing my buick by brownstones in rows
all the same, sidewalk america.
man on fulton tells me i glow
more accusingly than i'd prefer
guilty skin, guilty face on street corner
guilty letters on the page.
i've been know steal accross state lines
with less and less every time.
though more and more it feels like borrowed time.
borrowed time, not stolen time.
i swore i'd give it back,
must i give it back?
perhaps stolen time.
and off i escape in my getaway car.
you can't disuade me with brittle lies.
amounting sorrows under watchful eyes
i wander dusk late
as you decide i shall wait
but i fill my own cup with coffee
though the cup i stole from you
(along with your time.)
oh america its US isn't it
and you knew all along
and i waited in vain, or you did.
and i caused someone pain,
or you did. though we cannot reveal
give in give out give up and go.
brooklyn again, this time michigan
though you wouldn't know.
you don't need to know
am i with you now?
I step out with america
always in my traveling hat
what happened to etiquette
what happened to connecticut?
is that you behind those polite curtains
drawn tight shrouding the night til the dawn.
by dawn i could elsewhere
by bus i'll enter cities unseen
by the time you see the sun has risen
if you have the time
america,
i'll be there.

love,
ike