What happened to you? The black horn rimmed glasses, the formless striped pullover, the wedding ring I would have thought you’d wear, the weight I see you’ve gained beneath your fidgeting fingers, what happened to you? Why didn’t you tell me? I would have cared. It would have made a difference, because I do, still hold the image of you upon a beach, carving a word or two or three within a heart upon the sand. What happened to you? Even if you could not stop the tide from going out or in, you might have told me. You might have let me try. ♥
The Amateurs
It isn’t so much they’ve gerrymandered districts so no one they don’t like can get elected. It isn’t so much they’re willing to indebt taxpayers to insure corporate profitability, and It isn’t so much they’re willing to invalidate or eradicate laws made by the people to protect the people or amend the law to defeat legal objection to corporate ambition, no It isn’t any of that. It’s the people who still think beer and a second helping of potato salad at the game answers everything and its OK for politics to rape democracy so long as we get to watch. But its not. It’s not all right. It’s all wrong. And it isn’t so much we have to do anything about it. Because it’s so wrong the right will brush us aside and take care of everything all by itself, if we do nothing. ♠