America As A Nursery - by Craig Turnwall

America as a nursery:

Roots, all roots, we are driven soil air bash eyes

Fox breed orchestrate our own belongings in maple tongue, hot red dawn hours wield iron grasp, too much dire time, wrangle how minds reek, violet perils ye minds, our sovereign trunks ember down, down ages, saplings, America

Wired ready happing jobs flow of deposit try, anarchy ridicule blow job vent sidewalk with slight angle sheets, toes press, Sam and his lips a mountain harp, sanctuary melted water picture, do not smell straight captain displace creep in volley banquet, there lies a white concrete tomb below the feet of small business and retched bliss, how ye clarifies, sproutlings, America.

Wage, persevere beyond contempt tis time to angle upright, project and ascertain competence, we are bound by taxes, let us be bound by objective, ye America, deal straight so that we may play, breathe fiercely so that we may feel heat, ye early planting of growth, effortless trend, dish vile into havens left for holes, ye passion, ye wanderlust.

Blackened oceans down soft hook jab, raining oil dots, mouth open, caught in a strange luck,

ye America; drowned in pure ultimatum pressed breast, hard swallow art

ye America; peace starved for iron gates, smiles blind foes, weeping tear ache

ye America; wild in income glory, dinner, fine tempts, honorable tip

ye America; bleed for fingers pointed outward casual

ye America; Ohio steel workers penance

ye America; a blast riddled off wild souls, forever screaming forward

ye America; strangle home to talk with sons and daughters

ye America; harpsichord violence not met to rival

ye America; find a way to walk,

ye America; anger swept solid form, apprehension at supermarket, hoods and deep blinks, animosity a staple gun

ye America; blind we may be,

ye America;

ye America; to go, to go, to go, to go, to go

Mild manners blast corner stones streets of Midwest, where hours mine blue vacancy, taking all welded to bed time, live more than part, who; ride slingshot to oxygen condense hyper lodge, direct manifesto,

Feed insomnia vacant Sutras of long found glory, knelt pious care, vexation of night; oh how drooping eyes see condensation, blabber fins, wild buckets, scorch hybrid etch stares loudly, there is no time to wan, vibrant necessity of elegance migrant honor, whole continent exorcism child, our baby rail,

Wrap vagrancy like a blanket, bottle lame, television as karma, knife cotton carbon soul bullet hide, grow stalks, flower bank, accumulate a scene, dare to dispose, rabid heart full throttle forbearance picked away on a zephyr,

Hollow sidewalk, no eyes met continue, meditate on indifference wise souls, gay arm rest, moon squalor satellite, pitch harm swimming lessons, follow through with a wrist snapped nebula scratch across the street, there’s a way to look at a slow crossing, consummate violently, watch a hefty curb, validate mantra, scream,

ye America; flash bright strong within pupil sight

ye America; vile oh…vile the collar day

ye America; carry spirit of farmers, feed them

ye America; effervescence tangle, a new knot

ye America; lush tire tracks neighbor mailbox flag

ye America; umpire insight rash judgment

ye America; might blister holy ground

ye America; knight with conduct

ye America; carry the blue, carry the blue up on earth’s arms

ye America; listen to thine own voice

ye America; unity birth, sow thy seed

Low not hesitate, strive, become example rabbit burrow, green moss bed plow house walls vacant, stare oblong mat Atlantic, ghost faced navy lute, thousand red coats string a vase flower, tongue dance perilous hops, father colony, blind dove fly your essence to honor , smelt tire swing, star trance babble feel vision not commerce, love heat, wagon wheel dipstick grind titillated fever, bask in the dusk of lilac summer with smell of lawn grass, run naked without shame a thousand baths ago Magna Carta lightening bugs,

Dollars in sense and pockets, cents with pockets, deep, cry all you dead sailors in windmill ephedrine sun’s up, vibrant to poverty who are up starting day, ten buck revolutions, there’s no start we’re all watering, seeping, fertilized, transplant irony, rows, rows, rows, rows,

ye America; break through ghost thought

ye America; grow

ye America; grapple yards green tenure without trunks

ye America; become humble for liberty children

ye America; light up

ye America; snow to a gathering

ye America; draw yourself into entity, become a mannequin

ye America; hallow immigrants

ye America; need not fear terror

ye America; fear terror within thine furry eyed minds

ye America; bleach covenant

ye America; steady

Steady thy ears and souls
Steady thy vibrance
Steady thy poverty
Steady thy prosperity
Steady thy love
Steady thy hate
Steady thy time due all nations
Steady life without reserve
Steady ourselves
Steady thy patriotism
Steady thy Heaven
Steady thy Hell
Steady thy Valhalla
Steady thy River Stix
Steady thy limbo
Steady thy tax
Steady thy gods
Steady thy minds
Steady thy hope
Steady thy blindness
Steady thy ignorance
Steady thy disbelief
Steady thy intolerance
Steady thy queers
Steady thy straights
Steady thy hearth
Steady thy compassion
Steady thy necessity
Steady thy might
Steady thy generosity
Steady thy goals
Steady thy course
Steady mankind,
Mankind bleed death
Mankind keel high
Mankind kneel low
Mankind peel away
Mankind feel life
Mankind reel anchor
Mankind seal no fate

Arise from ashes, our flesh made whole returned to burial, let us join follow share casket planet, oh ye seedlings, ye America.

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