The American Book of the Dead
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"The American Book of the Dead" is an epic poem, a manifesto full of guts and gusto for all long-lost souls on the road, a pamphlet of promise for the poverty-stricken and those put out for no particular reason, a postmodern sociological study, written in satire in the year of 2018, on a country who's lost its individuality and identity, in five acts of stream-of-consciousness. The Hungry Chimera has called it "brutal and mesmerizing," while Edify Fiction proclaims that it "assaults and assuages the senses."
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The American Book of the Dead - Joseph D. Reich
THE AMERICAN BOOK OF THE DEAD:
AN EPIK POEM
"And democracy is now ragtime on the corner
hoping for some rain"
Gil Scott-Heron
Cast Of Characters
I. Praylood...
II. Declaration Of Codependence...
III. And Justice For All...
IV. A Manifesto For The Forgotten...
. Ibid. skylines or all things inside the snow globe
The Secrets Of Toy Soldiers
V. Prolog...
I.
Praylood
Amerika! i don’t want
your stain remover
shipped to me
at 3:43 in
the morning
when i’m
at my lowest
down in the dumps
& feel like i can’t
make it anymore
& got nothing left
to live for with all
your lifetime
money-back
satisfaction
guarantees
Amerika! i don’t
need anymore your
exact temperature
& dew point
& humidity & when
the rain & thunder
is going to rumble
in & begin falling
cuz to me always
loved those types
of spontaneous
necessary elements
& things as deep
down inside think
i knew it would
clean up all the
filthy streets
& save me
& my tortured
& tormented being
& demons & damaged
life & low life & mean
& petty bickering society
just like maybe travis bickle
in taxi driver & was exactly
like him driving the graveyard
during the sins of the crack era
at exactly 4:23 in the morning
in the deep & desolate empty
vacant streets with sheets
of steam rising up from
the sewers & gutters
coming up from
a whole other world
under the underworld
with a hole weird sort
of film-noirish sex-
appeal some hellish
ethereal firmament
from the fissures
of the unknown
engulfed swallowed
somehow feeling
comforted & more
a part of it all as
if all the world
cooling off
somewhere
between
the madness
of the drama
of the decadent
shattered evening
& miraculous dawn
& you’re the last soul
standing, starving
stranded, brooding
keen, beat, zen-boo
dah, bought & sold
everything-must-go
alien-ate-it, alone
not knowing
a single living
breed & soul
stoned dead
to the world
seeing through
it all & feeling
at that exact moment
knowing everything
& knowing the exact
quota of fresh new
batch of victims
murdered once
a week having
to hold it all in
having to make
a living as some
20 year-old kid
after all the real
life drama
& crimes
of passion
of humanity
& blow-ups
& explosions
& all getting
swept-up
& put back
together again
as if nothing
had happened
then repeating
the same
half-crazed
half-sane
fucked-up
ritual & routine cycle
survival of the fittest
instant-gratification
futile suicide mission
just the following day
all becoming one big
graveyard shift on stage
Amerika! i don’t need your
fucking insulting ridiculous
reality shows anymore
never have! never will!
white trash & black girls
from the ghetto & mafia
housewives going neck
to neck & toe to toe
regurgitated recycled
into confrontational
crisis-oriented formula
while please tell them
all to shut the fuck up!
hell i don’t even need
your overly-verbose
complaining caucasians
dropped in the middle
of bayou country
with man-eating
crocs & alligators
& slithering snakes
your rain forests
of south america
or galapagos islands
(hey isn’t that where
darwin got his start?)
as trust me lying here
naked in the middle
of this bleak freak
nothingness reality
am already clearly
naked & afraid!
naked & afraid!
naked & afraid!
naked & afraid!
Amerika! where
are your cary grants
& audrey hepburns?
fred astaires & gingers?
gary coopers & kathryns?
even adolphe menjou
& edward g. robinson?
who the fuck is it now?
those middle-aged
erectile dysfunctional
people on every channel
& every commercial
acting all o la la!
& all taboo!
want them
just to mind
their own
& go back
in the god
damn closet
& crawl back
under whatever
rock they came from
as something really
to be said about
mystery leaving
room open for
the imagination
Amerika! i don’t need
my fucken codependent
cellphone smartphone
or whatever the fuck
you call those
cookie-cutter
gadgets & gizmos
& sure as hell don’t
need to take it along
like some alchy
with his drinking
problem & baby bottle
to the freaken ballgame
& text away like crazy
cause what the hell
was the purpose in
going in the first place?
Amerika! i don’t
feel safe & secure
nor any sense of
home sweet home
in the desolation
of your slow-
death suburbia
if anything
a deep-seated
sense of nausea
with my senses
turned off while
ironically never
smelling the roses
Amerika! i don’t need
your new state of the art
sit down mower & weed
whacker & trimmer & leaf
blower to one-up & keep down
the neighbor & manicure nature
to diligently prove & desperately
stake out my territory all sponsored
by the let’s do this
home depot
just another one of your
expressions you stole
from the black man
& turned soulless
& westernized
& anglo/sized
& still have not
given him the
righteous credit
he finally deserves
Amerika! i don’t want
some fucking weed be
gone to kill & poison
all those wild stems
growing up through
the cracks of my driveway
as happen to love them
& what in my opinion
gives it all its charm
& character like that
rose in spanish harlem
like those cracks in
childhood you spent
hours contemplating
on & returned home
at dusk a far better
& more complete
well-rounded man
like my girl
from the bronx
who when she first
saw all those dandelions
spread all over our lawn
declared "i always loved
those yellow flowers!"
Amerika! i don’t want
to get all my fruit
& vegetables from
some pre-processed
pre-manufactured
freshly-picked planted
plant from all-american
white bred scene & scenario
on-the-go walmart orchard
like clean-cut close-ups
of your american hero
‘cause that’s all they’re
allowed to be called
in their group photo
getting ready to get
their limbs blown
off for the cause
in the great sacrifice & slaughter
Amerika! with your blood-thirsty
baseline for bombs & all your
lies & betrayals which got us
involved, got us into all your
bullshit wars, your hx’s a bully
& girl’s a whore! your folklore
a father-figure can’t ever
quite figure & always
leaves you confused
& conflicted, wondering
what you did to deserve this?
this is your brain on drugs...
this is your drone out-of-order!
what’s that? it’s a bird? it’s a plane?
no! it’s your insane foreign policy!
it’s your crazy commander-in-
chief courageously tweeting
complaining & kvetching
like a spoiled brat not getting
his way so ya better watch out!
so Amerika! now we find out
al franken, harvey weinstein,
charlie rose (the coz
who
used to do commercials for
jello & worked his way all
the way to the respectful
role-model dr. huxtable
doing house-calls &
putting them all under
a dose of general anesthesia)
those we were supposed
to trust most in hollywood
& the media; good ol’ sleazy
governor gun-toting ten-gallon
whore roy moore from the state
of sweet home alabama who literally
rode in on his high horse
are all a bunch of gropers
& predators & pedophiles!
Amerika! well i too was
taken advantage of in the
chart room of your mental
health system & psycho
social environment! can
you believe it & you talk
about lost innocence & swear
i too prefer not to go there–
‘i prefer not to...i prefer not to’
for all those exact selfsame reasons
not by my own choosing but turning
inward out of shock & disbelief! out
of a certain amount of guilt & grief &
shame & self-loathing, as if suddenly
being framed by some false & fucked-
up figure of authority ironically making
you feel like the victim, not even being
able to ask the existential question what
i did do to deserve this, as if there’d
ever be a fair or clear or reasonable
explanation to suddenly being torn
from the moral foundation of all
you’ve been taught left distraught
with the trauma & phenomenon
& sensation of vacant & abandoned
by the brutish & barbaric shit which
creeps up from the cracks & crevices
of all we’ve been promised & brain
washed & bullshited about human
nature in the hypocrisies & contra-
dictions of a nation we call united?
Amerika! i’m better than your
concierge, bellman, doorman,
front desk clerk, innkeeper,
ghosts & phantoms all put
together ‘cuz i’ve fulfilled
all of their job descriptions
& far