Riding Through Empty Stretching American
Pages with Jack Nicholson on the Back of My Pen

I got a new Harley-Davidson
pen today, it rumbles and
skids cross the page
with throaty chrome
and crimson authority

I want to go fast
get a matching jacket
write chopped prose
my hands twisting
like road maps

pick up Jack Nicholson
smack him on the back
make him confess to his nation
his true nature
before someone bashes his head in

more American than
the U.S. government
the Founding Fathers
are riding high on the cap tip
and cheering as they ride across
these empty stretching
American pages

by the Boy Poets, overreacting