american art now

here if you ain’t got a car it’s tough
distances double up every day
floors are born on buildings
terrorists multiply by the time you say bush
my feet got blisters
i put them in decaf cocktails all the time
yet if there’s something one hundred percent soothing
it is the sandwiches
they stuff them with anything
and when i say anything i mean anything
and always serve them with wavy crisps
with modified garden products
even the employers have trouble containing them
setting them up on the paper platenobody here eats them
and when i say nobody i mean nobody
the japanese get photographed before them
the grandmas tell their daughters words of nutritional wisdom
and children watch over their dads who make a fuss
about the prices of grain
sandwich makers are tomorrow’s visual artists
after painting and photography
videos and installations
the age of sandwiches has cometh
some better read use them as symbols of faith
they leave them to decompose and rot before the windows
for bigmouth when he comes to bless the house
even the homeless do not touch them

i bought one
put it by the window
for the soul of my grandma and all losers
in the evening i ate it as a sign of protest
i relished
blessed
my transport far away