Ashes of American Flags

The cash machine is blue and green

For a hundred in twenties and a small service fee

I could spend three dollars and sixty three cents

On diet Coca Cola and unlit cigarettes

I wonder why we listen to poets

When nobody give a fuck

How hot and sorrowful

This machine begs for luck

All my lies are always wishes

I know I would die if I could come back new

We want a good life with a nose for things

The fresh wind and bright sky to endure my suffering

A hole without a key, if I break my tongue

Speaking of tomorrow, how will it ever come?

All my lies are always wishes

I know I would die if I could come back new

I'm down on my hands and knees

Every time the doorbell rings

I shake like a toothache

When I hear myself sing

All my lies are only wishes

I know I would die if I could come back new

I would like to salute

The ashes of American flags

And all the fallen leaves

Filling up shopping bags