"Political Anger," "I Love You Roy Moore," and "A Good Piss to Prevent a Spat"

Political Anger

The artist says “I haven't drawn a stitch since;
I shake my fists at words and recall the rising din.”
The butcher says “I’ll grind it fine for you
if you stand over there and vote along this party line.”
The poet says “When the flood comes over the dam,
jam it up, catch it all and make a pond to swim in.”

Shall we medicate the consequences of
isms run to idiocy,
angry soldiers high on faith,
puppets at the helm,
and all the strings stretched thin
and fraying?

The optimist says “this too shall pass.”
The pessimist says “yes, in geological time.”

I Love You Roy Moore

Dear Roy,
I miss you now – light’s off
in my room just down from mom’s;
you kissed me so gentle
you kissed me so swift
you said I was fine
like wine you said
so cute was I you said
and my breathing came fast
my mind a muddle
oh judgie-to-be
my panties – don’t says it –
even now, after homework
and mom’s bedtime song.
I remember how you sounded –
“wriggle you for me” you whispered
and I did.

Signed  You Know Who.

A Good Piss to Prevent a Spat

The animal marks its territory well
with a piss – urine so strong and pungent
unambiguous and calm –
that it creates a pasture for the spirit;
kindred spirits float above the markers.

The fences, walls, and boundaries
of human design, piss-less affairs,
are doomed to fall the way of nations,
with wayward vanishing intention.
The flowers set along the borders shrivel.

Delusional indications! No safety in the drawn line,
the walled border.