When I was done clearing my throat
hit and runs ceased being daily activities
and bullets left their chambers
to slide back into the box that borne them.
After the end of the world
home sales picked up
as if everyone desired a roof
that kept out rain
and false advertising.
Each time the flag waves in slow motion
while an unknown orchestra
strangles the national anthem,
I stand tall where ever I happen to be
and salute whatever floats just
above my head;
Tonight it is ceiling fan
that hasn't had a spin
since two and half car wrecks ago.