Breathe.
like Tillamook
like bait dogs
like wartime amputees
Exhale.
severed by degrees
separated from purpose
tagged, monitored, and roped off
Breathe.
a democracy spelt in all CAPITALS
the population a schoolyard politick
no one will give up their spit wad scud missiles
Exhale.
(T minus 10 and counting)
their cherry bomb napalms
(hey high five!)
Breathe.
their vomiting super models
(counterfeit lunch ladies)
their Beamer standard
Exhale.
(a two-faced mirror, since the other car is a Vespa)
the poor penalized
like a voiceless world of Sneetches
Breathe.
(docter’ette of Seuss and otherwise)
lacking stars on their bellies
and fifty cents a day.
Exhale.
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