All in all a
poisoned politico
mumbled her way through
stampeding hoarseness,
bullying transient coalitions with
free coffee creamers and
fleshless telephone calls.
Pressure from gunslingers sent
incoherent flashes of
mental incontinence through
expansive platters of
pretentious nobility,
petitness of distinction like
nothing under the
crystal stares of
demanding strangers.
Viny creatures gently strangled
decrepit mementos of
only a decade past.
The years had passed like
barking dogs that
never stopped slobbering in the
air between our minds, the
vacant support of
atomic brilliance
swirling into creamy bowls of
flour and gingerbread soup,
spoiled under
disappearing futures where
cartoon characters mumbled through
tinfoil telephone connections and where
staticky gospel preachers sermonized in
victorious smoke signals that
continue to slither through
headless legislation and
erotically moistened lawsuits.
After the press conference she
lectured herself with
exquisite minutiae,
summarizing the bravery of the
impatient and the selfish with
extortion-like demands upon the
purposeful creatures to which she
gave birth and donated to the public,
dropping them into sterile dismay of
rock-and-roll thunderstorms, of
pom-poms and popes.
