Fire balloons of the sky
unfold like lilies blossoming
and burst like blinking devil's eyes
colors fading, brightening
Consume the blackness and assuage
the quietness of the fading stars
cascading down from a freckled sky
dust flecks falling, sparkling
from the heavens like tears of gods
The cracking of some Titan's whip
ringing boldly in the air,
like the cry of a bitter eagle
the deep, dark void converging with the
sunbursts of liberty
swallowed by screams and sirens
swallowed by the wonder of men in awe
nestled in the comfort of tattered lawn chairs
and smiling
Pink-lobster bodies sprawled on the grass
feeling the way America feels,
tickling the generations with
Exposed skin and canisters full of the sweet
foam and froth of taverns
the ale of freedom and the quench of alcoholic smog
that was the Whiskey Rebellion
All is ablaze with a neon glow
all is alight with the rain of fire
eyes wide and rustic with the taste
of Americana
Crimson, indigo, and purity
woven into bands
signs waving against the sky.
Give me liberty or give me death.
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