My Market State

in Poetry


Politics a reach for a wretch like me,
I equipoise in another delusion of democracy,

and I argue, by doing, that all words ain’t
equal, in contempt of our common wealth?

and I shade and signature, and drape thought
with the colloquial, colonizing my/own conceit

and give in to the push back of push pull as
grievance inarticulable, translates to render,
and then to be traded, as a commodity.

(to be redundant…rent seek)

A Reach?

I’m spry yet retired. I reside in the inner city of a major metropolitan area of the United States. I read politics. I watch baseball. I hum along with the tune. I June swoon, and moon the bad poem. Post here, are old and new. Opinions are my very own, except when wrong.

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