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“They sell us the President the same way/They sell us our clothes and our cars/They sell us everything from Youth to Religion/The same time they sell us our wars.” Jackson Browne, “Lives in the Balance,” mid-1980s

lampreys and rose stems and skeeters, o my.

vampires and vacuums and vegas, o my.

Lobbyists Senate and Congress, O MY.

suckers all,

and the paradox is THEY

are playing US for suckers.

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and we need an antidote for suckery

and rhymes thereof.

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doubt of,

discipline against, and

intolerance for scams…

these will help.

but a distaste for “red meat” is as essential.

we all have a hankering for that salacious,

gobsmacking, itch-scratching

metaphorical “red meat.”

so let us say to ourselves, “ah, the best of me

doesn’t want that. only my

Inner Lizard wants that.

because it’s fluffy and tasty.

but side effects include

Genocide, Armament, Despotism

and Destruction.”

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let us banish the Lizard

to the Hell It is creating.

let It rule there

exclusive of all elsewheres.

append a footnote to your journal:

yesterday saw infamy.

our vigilance was too diurnal,

attitude too fancy-free.

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an interregnum looms. smooth sailing

can’t be done in choppy waters.

gallows built and vlad impaling…

pray for sisters, mothers, daughters.

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Afterword: Donald Trump has just been elected President of the United States. The above poem alludes to some of the consequences I fear.

long ago nathanael west wrote “miss lonelyhearts”
the title character was a disillusioned young man
in the employ of a local newspaper
that paid him to manufacture advice

and the human misery revealed in the letters he got
and the futility of whatever advice he dispensed
drained his soul
and then felled him

some time later twin sisters became advice columnists
one called herself “ann landers” and the other “abigail van buren”
and friends called them “eppie” and “popo”
their first names were really pauline and esther

they are gone now
“dear abby” lives on in the person of pauline’s daughter
and her column is still in newspapers
though pulp-paper print media are on their way out

we cannot avoid getting advice nowadays
lose that belly fat or up your orgasms using this one stupid trick
(careful–it may be the same trick)
and we are behavior-tracked so much our desires sublime and base are low-hanging fruit

so dear abby is become a virtual god
and her deificity is on the wax
so much so that live long enough
and she’ll tell you not to read nonsense like this

Edges are made when a light source is blocked.
Darkness is ready to fill in on spec,
And fills in as well when a pistol is cocked
Or scimitar swung through a hostage’s neck.

Living unfolds but the fire and the fist
Cradle destruction and then let it bloom
Strings of non-puppets are cut to enmist
Utopian visions and tint them with doom.