Every face worn, in time,
Blurs into blurb. We risk
Morphing into the same,
Like a mist of politics.
We all hide.

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politics leave me squeezed
like an orange in a bench vise
like an eye fighting tears
like a fist of frustration
like coal becoming diamonds

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At the Faire

Meet me at laissez-faire
and be vintage without a care.
Take cream tea
from the fools for free.
At the nothing there

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bloodletting in
footsteps of kings
a dollop

of charm leavened
with sincerity
hint of concern

don’t look
at his crimson feet
or hands

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smudge of wanton justice
yellow sticky notice
stuck to glass storm door
you can see the wind howling
our garbage shots second

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Chiseled Truth

Our leaders
Have perfected the art:
Stating things over and
Over again,
Blatant lies
Becoming the
Chiseled truth

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