kaizen

impoverished is not a word i like 

i've yet to meet anyone who does 

still it revolves around us in thirst,

food, things, as the plates are lifted 

blankets dried in the sun brought in 

late at night - and one cat does not 

return to gorge on flesh: such songs 

collide into the morning drive, one 

car at a time passed: it's not the lack 

of the tangible: we have: that is in our 

construct of time and stanzas and children
imported from other countries to fill the void

such is the american dream tangled as it is
on a monday morning where i realized part

of me wants a medal: a purple heart
recognition
i survived the importation