table #9 observation…

like the breath
of a lover
on a cold winter’s morn
steam rises
from his latte
he reads
the highlight section
of the wall street journal
trying to glean
which articles
to
really read
looking up
from time to time
to watch
the ornately decorated
high school students
approach the bus stop
more asleep
than awake
he recalls
the dress code
he and his friends
had to endure
wondering if
there were
rules
at all these days
but
then
one student
catches his eye
a young woman
carrying a child
with a strong scent
of baby powder
instead of
the heavy perfumes
of her classmates
a child
with
a child
he pauses
before his next
sip
thinks about
pseudo-religious
bible thumpers
wolves clothed
in the lamb’s skin
stares at her
and
her child
and then
reads through
the tear-stained
lines
of the journal

don’t cry for me…

 

digital decoupage cwmartin 2012

 

aunt bea
looking
at the wsj
saw
a picture
of putin
tears flowing
she
suddenly
gasped
and
said
things in russia
are worse
than i thought
the stench
of politics
has even
got
him
crying

cartoon characters…

childhood fears
were cleverly
woven into
the press releases
conjuring up
the boogeyman
in every corner
of the globe
you need not fear
underdog is here
or
at least
his appointed
political proxy
was mumbled
by the crowd
under their breaths
or maybe they were
gasps
watching
grown men
play visual chicken
for the television camera
you know
where
if you smile
or
show approval
you lose the election
and
all the electoral votes
for the next
four years
but the way
things are going
there won’t be
anyone
to govern