Sisyphus, Further Upstate

Nothing new, nothing you haven’t discovered

yet, only America, only I will make you sing

it louder, will make you scream it, scream

AMERICA!! like it’s the answer to a question

you can’t imagine, like you’re hanging from a

rope of used needles, hanging from a rope of

spent time, and it’s a man in the back of the

room who asks the question, and it’s a man

jumping from a bridge and onto the freeway

who answers it, only not with words because

words are too easy to misinterpret.  Words are

too human.  Humans are too careless.  Just ask

the man his fucking name already, before it’s

too late.