When they opposed other people's bombs,
we fell invisibly in disaster. I sunned in a chair
rubbing money into my poors, a country of war,
trucks that rumble like total war. In my bed
that nobody shares there's a divot for a corpse
made of money, irreparable and droll:
the falling never fell around America. We lived
happily Prozac dreams and total war.
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