just the thought…

the brown bag prophet
was sitting
at
a park bench
staring out
at
the ocean
with
his feet
held up
from
the ground
practicing a new yoga position
i posited
he said
no
just saw some
red ants
as i
was
walking here
and
then got
that
feeling
maybe
there’s some ants
just
below my feet
getting ready
to
crawl
all over me
that
same feeling
one gets
when viewing
today’s political scene
ants crawling
all
over you
invading
that little
space of sanity
that
you still
have left
so
like
so many
in this nation
i’ve gone
into
a fetal position
reminding myself
of
the germinal values
of
this now
dying
nation

guising…

running door to door
like a swarm of angry bees
ignoring danger
children dash to collect treats
like a self-centered nation

the parallel story…

Public Domain Image: Julius Schnorr von Carolsfeld: Fleeing Sodom and Gomorrah

nation like lot’s wife
looks back instead of ahead
with the same results

 

god forbid…

let me get this straight
pardon convicted sheriff
deny a visa
to cancer victim’s sister
for fear she might stay

 

the body…

soiled blackened flesh
sunken eyes emptied of hope
blood covered clothing
death’s rancid breath abided
as a nation lies in state

national leadership…

diagnoses
stage four lying
recovery
of the truth
would be
more
than
a miracle
substantiated appearances
of the messiah
are far
more
common

​ dining out in america now…

fried rabbit
and
possum stew
is all
the white house
gonna
offer
you
while they
dine
on corn-fed
beef
and
funny
little
fish eggs
from
russia
with love
now
don’t get
me wrong
as i
sing
my song
but
it
seems
to me
we’ve been
served
a wicca’s 
social brew