Excerpt from "The Innocuous Aesthetics of Everything"

Spanish restaurant paper tablecloth sangria poem

Wal-Mart boy dreamed a ruby red sangria dream
of rollerblades and serenades and
sweet September hand grenades and
all the things no longer made by Santa's elves
or man at all and
how the gulf `tween them and us
grew ever wider and so and thus and
yet it went
our souls so spent
America
America
go roll away and dream of Spain
ruby red sangria rain.