The American Way
- a poem by DB Cox

The American Way

after another night
of stumbling done-in
down metropolis streets
too fucked-up to fly

superman lies
eyes closed
still under the influence-
naked in the space

between night & day
conjuring pathetic
x-ray visions
of a spent comic book hero

too tired
to walk through walls
or leap tall buildings
with a single bound

too strung out
to keep it all
from falling down-
dead certain

that truth, justice
& the american way
are no longer worth
the never-ending battle

for the sixth time tonight
the frustrated
man of steel

grabs the .38
from the bedside table-
puts it to his head
& pulls the trigger

DB Cox is a blues musician/writer from South Carolina. His writing has appeared in Underground Voices, Sein Und Werden, Dogmatika, ThunderSandwich, Dublin Quarterly, Aesthetica, Bonfire, Gator Springs Gazette, Heat City Review, Snow Monkey, Southern Hum, Southern Gothic and others. He has had three chapbooks of poetry published: “Passing For Blue”(published by Rank Stranger Press), “Lowdown” and “Ordinary Sorrows”(published by Pudding House Publications). Main Street Rag recently published his first full-length poetry collection, “Empty Frames”.