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.

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