Partisan

Election 2008

The mud rolls in the street
thick with divisors set at zero.
The impossible happens too
quickly as politicos step out of role
and stagger into danger as we
all drown in faked ambition.

Vast and dirty power runs down
the waterfall and the jungle
and the desert have no seeds
left to grow wisdom when
the ignorant fall of forests
and the melted sky let
ice run into fetid silt.
There is only the brown
sun and the green clouds
covering up the land from
its patient, slow descent
into that calm, revised window
dressing and Christmas time
sale of used appliances when
there is no more electricity
left in the political plans
so help me my heart has died
while fighting for what I say
is right, and of course I was
wrong as I only watched my
face on television explore fame.

I sweet politico
cannot separate ambition
from righteous choice. Do
we let evil win because we
choose sides and have this
compulsion to complete squares
as mathematical puzzles
dislodged by dirty tricks
merge, collapse and fall
down with the waste of
light broken on our eyes
as terror wins and threats
last too long again today.

Wake up and drink your
favorite pep me up slap me
down nutrition and go for
the danger of true belief
what else can matter but
winning as the boxes
in the games close into
a mat of vines that can
only be split by war, fire
and other lies to shift
truth into its own hole.

Give it up now and let
the owners of such narrow
themes fall asleep without
watching the end of campaign
and the polls close at nine.
We know the answers because
the correct scheme was set
in print before it happened.

Exit Polls are dangerous notes
written in computer logic
without any compassion for
what can be another scheme
written down as alternatives
are lost in the back of my eyes.

I am blind dear Politico. Dear,
Dear candidates give up your
ambition and let anarchy win.