there
is a sweatlodge
of controversy, a
parliment
of parities around the corner
juxtapositioned
right
between some ivories
and
a congressional barstool
god knows
Politico has a presence
every note tapped
wired
booze
and bull flows
floods the discussion
of candidates, amid
massaging
of assurances
indication
is every-where, a party's
future served up as
indictment
hors d'oeuvres
serve it up, serve it up- let's party!
echos
the man of
independent means - i'm all in. let's hear
It had to be you
bkmackenzie
copyrighted 2011
Perfect commentary for today's political climate. Really sharp poem.
ReplyDeleteWhile entertaining at a table of 12 Peeps, I'll play "It Had To Be You". Three ladies will smile at me and mouth the words "thank you"....(we all want to be that "you". But politicians more-so!
ReplyDeleteGood post. thanks!
spend the money, but your candidate whatever image you need...we are about bankrupt as a country but still got money enough to pay for an election...go figure...
ReplyDeleteYour poem has a lot more grace than the process it nails. This slowdance with oblivion off a cliff is getting old, but no one seems able to shut off the jukebox.
ReplyDeleteBull's eye! This poem has a presence Politico can only dream of...
ReplyDeletePolitical parties are parties the rest of us aren't invited to. Your poem gets right to the point.
ReplyDeleteoh bkm it has been a bit since I last visited your blog and for that I say I am sorry. But now that I am once again on the prowl I am so happy to return to your words. You have always managed to place a unique twist in poetry which I enjoy and this poem is no different. Your word play is wonderful. I felt the anger and tasted the sour flavor of politicos in my mouth. As I chew on them and your words I am smiling at your end as "It had to be you" plays in my head.
ReplyDeleteI;m not that well-versed in the party politics of the US, but your metaphor was a highly original one. I love the idea of the future being served up as hors d'oeuvres
ReplyDeleteI love your take on this subject; I so agree with the glib feeling this evokes~ These lines were my fav:
ReplyDelete"booze
and bull flows
floods the discussion
of candidates, amid
massaging
of assurances"
Powerful and sadly true~
I love the way this was presented, it had a great flow about it, bringing in pauses for thought in just the right places.
ReplyDeleteFantastic, Barbara. The Flapping Jaws, I call them, or the Talking Heads. Yakking away at loggerheads, while the economy goes down the drain. Sigh. Such a well done poem. Great topic.
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