Sam Silva

The New American Century

The air itself grows thick!

This city, this town, this beast's a heavy world!, it consumes

the soul

and lets loose garbage

and grows fat

in its sick pollution.

When the plants lose their leaves

in Autumn

I feel a more thin and natural season

than this baroque

and grotesque

dark age

...this disease of excess



The Anorexic Christian

A hot shower once a week!

Fall's cocoon begins

in the small room's central heat.

...a computer's neutral sins

...a diet of tinned meat

white bread

and pimiento spread

and rationed nicotine

that we would smoke, instead

of eat

and read good things among the dead

...the literary web sites

give a clue to what we mean!

Vampires of the later days


and clean.

Sam Silva © 2014