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Politics, Party, Push

Warning: not-so-brief-late-night-can’t-sleep political rant. Turn back now.

Trump is not a Republican. Yes, technically, he is, but make no mistake: this is a party-of-one guy. Remember when he threatened to run as an independent during the primary when it looked for a second like delegate games could break out.

For Trump, I believe, “Republican” was a vehicle to power. I think he would have run as Democrat if he thought that’d be easier. As it was, he exploited divisions within the GOP in the primary, and then, the great blue-red divide in the GE. All along, he held the media’s attention spouting bold lies and insults, nurtured the loyalty of his base by telling them what they wanted to hear and effectively demonized an already unpopular opponent. For all his faults, his political instincts were whip sharp. It turns out the best defense IS a good offense. And if you leverage from comrades a late poop push on Facebook, you don’t need great political canvassing or an endorsement from Jeb.

Now in power, what has he done? For sure, he has thrown his supporters some atta-boys — tax cuts, a conservative SC justice, a moratorium on regulation — but mostly, those are things that benefit any rich business man. He has also opposed states’ rights (see marijuana legalization), threatened gun seizures (yes, in an unfiltered moment after Parkland) pushed tariffs (so much for free trade), undermined the first amendment (FAKE NEWS!) and slandered our nation’s top law enforcement officials (Good Witch Hunting).

Lucky for us, Fox News is hip to this charade with its fair-and-balanced coverage. 🙄🤢 #godhelpus

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Under the Big Tent

The morning comes and pulls clouds back to their stations, manning invisible posts, then marching forward. Ever marching.

Worms wiggle out of cool, wet earth, brushed by itchy grass towers towards a sloping, firm concrete valley. A waiting robin beast has breakfast on a bumpy, sprawling plate. The carnage. The wormanity.

A man walks with a song from a dream in his steps. He wonders about death. He prepares for work. A runner comes his way and turns around. Neither of them wanted to talk. The man admires power lines. 

Sun rays spring from a clown car. The audience applauds on cue as the photons work the crowd in waves. Lions, tigers and bears, oh my. In cages. With collars. Preparing to dance for food. 

Sky in the Water

Reflecting on reflections,

Neglecting rejections,

Walking around the little lake,

Buzzing bugs hover and hide

Behind oak leaves and Bermuda grass,

Tucked safely in bark grooves,

We sing synchronized to Father Sun

and Mother Moon. 

Step, swoon, step, sween.

The lake wears the sky.

The green embankment calms 

A heavy mind.

Gratefulness swells with sadness. 

Too many gone from a path shared.

They hide too. 

In the willows and wind. 

Running from home

The road has a megaphone,

And it blasts my name with high-pitch

Reverb as I look sheepishly at my watch.

Six hours of sleep if I’m lucky.

Morning is the best time to drive.

The summer-sun story is in intro

And I can put down the book. 

Too hot for sheets tonight, though.

Today’s narrative replays on internal pages:

Feet under a table, turned in and nervous 

About the game strategy topside; an easy

Laugh; a strained laugh; 

the smell of laundry and brats and church;

A dog falling limp on the floor — showing deference. 

Home is power. Like the sun. I sweat.

I drift into that world between where 

The math doesn’t add up.

Flashes of soccer, being a captain,

Reverting to defense, hiding in a maze of a school building I’ve never seen but knew instantly.

What am I running from and looking for? 

I can hear the fans, anxious, cheering. 

I hear the fan. I turn to rest my side.

Sweat beads on my brow.

Five hours if I’m lucky. 

Table Talk

Heavy envy envelopes objective relatives.

Persistent resistance distances verbal dancers dissing dug in positions with similar stubbornness. 

A win is immenent. 

The brethren can’t conceive concessions. 

Opponents must own their own arguments. Humble tears in tents; A clown smoking cigarettes. 

But who wins at some point with troubling anger on the table among us? Hurt hearts are contagious. 

Grab an ale and a napkin and make space for a feast, cousin. Let go this fight we’re waging. Eating time in session. On the plate is crow. 

We never got where it would have gone. Dangerous angling averted. Where’s dessert, then? 

In Tandem

And this is life: Forward motion.

Time passes and erases heroes with villains, farmers, families, foes. And when they vanish, they are never more we — this preposterous pirate’s crew. 

Loss is our language, our final expression. When friends meet their end, we cry to honor what was, and sign to own the note of their vacancy. 

Many veer off course. We dismiss debt knowing our own anchors too sit on silt. 

So ‘Rest in Peace’ we say. The laughter we shared in the valley’s shadow always proved we could. 

Ahead, we’re broken in tandem. Into the sea that swallows the sun we sail. Full speed!! 

Should, for some silly reason, all possibilities arise, I’ll chose your faith in me to find you.  

And bolstered by your confidence, I will. Lounging on shore. Waiting. Giggling with the good news we hoped for. 

Glasses

I want to die with my glasses off.

I won’t worry for a blurry world we know goes on without us.

I’ll rest in death with a face that’s free from the weight of the lenses that sit on my nose thrown and steer these gullible eyes.

I’ll lay splayed like a squished cat on cool concrete. Just as I am.

I want to feel the black fog roll in and kiss these twitchy eyelids ‘night. Who can see the end of dreams anyway?