after Paul Muldoon
first & foremost, make no mistake. it’s an uphill battle to get the ball rolling & a known quantity is cold comfort when it’s the lesser of two evils.
i’m not holding my breath but i think it’s safe to assume he’s running from the law, a hanging chad that will not hold.
just another tool in their toolbox, like a butterfly ballot popping out of the woodwork of grassroots.
he already has it in the bag, high on his own supply, taking a wrong turn toward a full stop.
i want to pull the wool over my eyes because i’m all ears, so to speak. i jumped on the bandwagon to turn this ship around, but blanket statements send chills down my spine.
wishes are worth their weight in knowing where your bread is buttered. however, i wouldn’t trust him to make toast.
we can work across the aisle but the chances are slim. & there’s a massive clean up in aisle 6 paying the price of too many pregnant pauses.
history always repeats itself like there’s no tomorrow stuck in the past. a clear & present danger is waiting in the wings.
if a frog had wings, there would be more spring in his step. instead he’s dead in the water, ipso facto no longer a fact of life.
you know what they say—there’s less daylight between the essence of evil & a necessary evil when you don’t sweat the small stuff.
so soldier on even if you have to hold your nose, pull your hair out & gum up the works. laughter is the best medicine when it’s forced down your throat.
You can get real serious when you want to. Good poem.