our nation is an airplane

Pointless, filthy geometry on barebones of flight

Sky-blue diamonds on the wall of machine born sky-piercer

Seats of plaid ripped from back of hipster

Carry on compartments stuffed with dumb go-along laughs.

 

Air conditioner nipples forced into the periphery of our passengers’ vision

Our sex hangs like yellow oxygen masks

In naked clotheslines

Held to mouth of girl by hand of man

In vulgar rows

From aisle A to B to C

Usage according to economic inequality

Only to perpetuate cycles of abuse

And great engines of propulsive, thundering hate.

 

We are off the runway,

We have taken flight.

Now all countries are below us,

Now our problems can only be seen at sanitary distances

Through riflescopes and bombsights.

 

We fly over the desert

As thirsty, sex-crazed drones

Dressed with rockets for the occasion.

 

Our machinery is bent Mach five into a self-fellating freak,

While our every alienated disciple and lonely propaganda-chief

Is blown by supermodels cut out from magazines.

 

In every crease of collagen lips

Lies a thousand girls’ imagined inadequacies

A million masochistic male fantasies

All in the little mesh airline basket

Casual sex, convenience, and cowardice can be found

In our edition of Skymall

Alongside like-minded pornographic advertisements

Garden gnomes sold from between fake breasts

Crockpot coupons jammed inside naked knees

The Same Message:

MAKE LOVE FAKE BREASTS MAKE LOVE FAKE BREASTS FAKE LOVE

 

Our stewardess wears nothing but a navy corset.

She’s got fireworks on her tongue,

And the national anthem plays

When the sweaty man in row A

Licks his lips

And imagines her in the usual way.

 

The pilot sweats in the cockpit

Surrounded by phalluses, factories and fallacies.

He screams “Can’t you see this is suicide?”

Then burns alive.

Then we reach for our oxygen masks,

Kiss the napalm of the humid morning air,

And make love to the ashes

That drift down delicately

From our naked flagpoles.

 

 

This poem is about: 
My country

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