man-made dream

i am an american.
red and white kitchen,
9 to 5 and blonde interaction,
grass mowed into rows,
fuzzy gold and tools to grow.
anything to make me feel like a man.

i am a blank sidewalk shark.
3 pieces of striped blue,
purple tie and concrete shoes,
chrome briefcase for the occasion,
every 2 years warrants vacation.
trying to see through uncertain dark.

i am a home depot dad.
ignorant of the coffee breath,
getting further away from stain drop death,
appropriate substitute for 9 and 8,
goodnight moon literary debate.
those are all the dreams i had.

i am an insouciant child.
dropping them all like a creature of wild.