America, the secert subject of these poems.
America, my home land.
America, a hell hole.
America, a melting pot.
The driving force of the futures super highways.
Roads lined with trees of red violet.
Roads cut into this land like the old, dried up, river beds of Mississippi and Arkansas.
Dusty grit and gravel; America's ash tray.
The road.
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