asleep in a filthy Maya-machine
caught a bite with Reagan’s friends
in the American Dream -
an ‘oft deserted yuppie restaurant,
but there’s no free lunch
according to the Star Wars Plan.
the jukebox in the American Dream plays
"Stand by Your Fatherland"
when will this necromancy end?
why must I dream again and again?
nightmares blend incoherently
with conscious hours meaninglessly,
accruing my own huge deficit
of stark and loathsome imagery
a different day will dawn,
many lifetimes hence,
a dream untroubled still to come:
(no generals plotting or scientists conceiving
brilliant, new ways to kill)
the future is an unplowed field,
fallow, lush with innocence