strings attached…

 

had the strings
been
on
the outside
the
puppet
would have seemed
less
life
like
and
not so
presidential
but
the strings
were
internal connections
they
were
purse strings
firmly tied
to
debt
to
foreign investors
investors
with
russian accents
and
affordable
busty women
to
satisfy
the male
ego
with no
complications
of
anything
like
love
the perfect business deal
that’s
all
an off the shelf
trophy
to
enhance
entry
into
parties
or
events of state
so
other male egos
could
languish
in
desire
but
as
is
often said
cold steel trophies
are
hard to warm
and
make for
poor
bed mates
but
that aside
the question is
who’s
the puppet master

 

the poet…

 

walks
just outside
the
circle
of
acceptance
a daily exercise
of
self-awareness
rather
than
some
political statement
of
indifference
to
the routine rhetoric
of
elected demigods
demigods
whose
heart-felt solution
to
problems
generally
involves
an
assassination
a
historical pattern
that
is practiced
by
today’s
world leaders
regardless
of
religion
or
race
or
one’s
previous
level of persecution
from
others
it’s just
the thing to do
when
people fail
to
to comply
of course
one
should not presume
that
justice
will
in any way
be
served
for
justice
is
apparently
negotiable

 

due to rain…

 

he cannot recall
nor celebrate bravery
wearing fear’s mantle

 

junk yard dogs…

 

i checked in
to see
aunt bea
after
returning
from

a business trip
to
washington dc
aunt bea
noticed
that i was
upset
and
asked why
i said
i’m having difficulty comprehending
the hostility
that’s
being engendered
by
the white house
i just don’t know
why
aunt bea
said
as a child
i recall
that
the junkyard
down by the river
had
high fences
to
conceal
an array of trash
collected
over a lifetime
and
probably
illegal whiskey stills
it

also
had
the most vicious dogs
dogs
barking
day and night
hoping
to instill fright
into anyone
who dared
to
attempt to see
what
was
truly
behind
the fence