Event Horizon Blues
Exhausted rubber burns with the mourning
of America’s not-for-profit funeral.
Midwest stuck in a Chevy ’02,
pulled down into an event horizon blues.
Engines ream as pedals strike the floor,
steering away horrors on a mega bus tour.
Youngsters are doing research on the inner soul;
time spent leaping from growing black holes.
They’re learning the expense
of leaving loved ones, young and old.
It seems they’re preparing caskets
and digging further into already-present holes.
Sunlight pushes on torn-down towns
of the American Dream’s sorrowful repent.
The heartland’s foreclosed and up for rent—
can’t help but notice the interstate’s bend.