i am an American. that’s almost
as difficult as saying: i am
there is a certain disdain,
a bitter-after taste that word
eventually, time makes fools of all men.
what once was innovation,
a new creed of thought;
seems now, – slightly used up
over-extended, ready for an
concepts of patriotism
and nationalism are very
vague to me. it's like watching
the New Years' come-in (with obligatory bottle of Champagne
in hand). it has meaning if you want it to.
it's completely arbitrary.