Front Street

A prompt from J.D. Harms

The name of the street is apt
Nothing is as it seems
Illusions of American prosperity
Delusions of affluent posterity

All is well, all is well
In the land of the free
Eugenically Modified Communities
Genetically Offered Opportunities

Scared White People living here
Wander about in three thousand square foot houses
Alone, old, angry, in places with no soul
Atone or chase the devil down in the hole

How is this terrifying?
Bland nothingness gives me fear
Lying to myself that I am not complacent
Dying inside and out while living adjacent

Middle class lame and politically tame
Tasteless life and a trophy wife?
Run and scream before I’ve lost my dream
Of living just as me with a spirit that is free