F.U.

Can't say
I was anesthetized
Overshadowed
By comic book heroes
Wooed by supernovas
Straining for gothic enterprises

Until her tattoo.

She'China is on a forclosure spree
Brandishing rusty, dull stars
Just in case her American Dream fries
She has a chip on her shoulder too
Precious for Bubble Tea

Wrap.
Nimrod returned home
Masked, older, sinister —

Still ringing our school fire alarms
Forging blocks
For eager dropouts
Burnouts
Self-proclaimed saints
Through undiscovered campuses
Western Spaghetti marathons

Dragon tongues pierced
Along the ancient Silk Expressway

I lash out
For a taste —
A remnant of
A lewd
Aphrodisiac —
And ask,

"Truly, are you blessed?"