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2020 Rod Ice
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(7-20)
Up
early, again.
My
Black Lab is close behind as I exit the bed. Watching, crouching, in
the shadows of our living room. The morning ritual is set. I always
rise too early. This time, long before daybreak. Three o’clock in
the morning. Eyes still heavy with sand. My belly full of regrets.
Too many rations of Miller Lite, and a ham & cheese
triple-decker, too long after dark. Late, late, late.
Nothing
new to see here, friends.
I
prepare a pot of coffee in the Bunn. Canine friend already eager for
his walk. But there are words in my head, just as ready to be loosed
into the morning:
“Two
old white men, we’re at it again...”
After
taking my pooch for his stroll, I have toast and coffee with an
episode of the Canadian YouTube series ‘1 Pug Life.’ Followed by
a netcast of Phil Hendrie on my phone. Then, the rowdy rage in my
head has fully fermented. I can wait no longer.
What
I hear from the muse, I must type into print:
Two
old white men
We’re
at it again
A
chance, a choice
The
contest of ages
Leader
of the free world
Give
the prize wheel a whirl
‘America
the Beautiful’
Busted
Broken
Beaten
Bent
Borrowed
into poverty
‘My
Country ‘Tis of Thee’
I
sing the sweet melody
A
familiar refrain
We’re
at it again
Dancing
in the street
Cops
on the beat
Enemies
to defeat
Lucrative
lies, evil to despise
The
last gasp of Brazilian Boys
Making
noise
Running
rough over the ramparts
Flagpole
stab
To
the heart
I’m
on my radio
In
the dark
‘Mayday!
Mayday!’
An
unlocked door
Open
to a clown-parade of whores
Talking
heads
Burning
beds
Bristled
brushes
Turn
to bog rushes
There’s
a pundit on the air
Selling
snake puree and voodoo hair
The
populace to infect
Disease-filled
specks
Curse
those he protects
Light
projects
Leni
Riefenstahl
On
the jailhouse wall
With
a face of modern man
Dripping
irony and spray-tan
Caution
be damned
A
quirky coif
A
persistent cough
A
name spelled in gold leaf
With
the opposition in retreat
‘Let
us eat!”
The
victor’s feast
Fed
on fowl and feathers, all
At
the banquet hall
Victuals
from vanity
An
interview with Sean Hannity
Delighters
for the up-all-nighters
Posed
and primed
Killing
time
Cranky
comestibles
Keep
the crowd full
BREAKING
NEWS
There’s
a threat to the nation!
Valor
and honor
Inspire
the donor
To
give hands and hearts
Like
piles of cash for body parts
Bleeding
hearts
And
competition darts
Common
voices heard
Deep
in the dirt
‘Don’t
be deterred!’
You’ll
find true worth
A
choice between
Foolish
and obscene
Tricks
for treats
Still
dancing in the streets
Reports
from the autonomous zone
Recorded
on a cellphone
It’s
Alright Ma (I’m Only Bleeding)
Pigeons
feeding
Fame
comes, fleeting
We’ve
taken a beating
Fame
and fortune set
We
won’t soon forget
The
hope of a new-age King Cyrus
Derailed
by Coronavirus
Run
into the rocks
Wearing
sandals and white socks
Run,
like a dog
‘Run,
run, run, run
Take
a drag or two’
Mud
on my shoes
Which
fate shall I choose?
BREAKING
NEWS
Bormann
on the run
From
South America
To
the cable cabal of a beer hall
The
banter of old men at a club
Tears
of a cherub
Pints
at the pub
A
crowd of kids at the door
Never
been here before
But
there’s a pair in the way
Telling
stories from yesterday
Polyester
slacks
At
Goldman Sachs
‘Wear
your mask!’
Protesters
attack
My
Country ‘Tis of Thee
The
states disagree
With
none to lead
In
this Land of the Free
‘Mercy,
Mercy Me!’
Fish
full of mercury
Legislators
with diamond spurs
Ride
in like the cavalry
BREAKING
NEWS
Melania
in stiletto shoes
A
model’s pose
A
thorny rose
In
pantyhose
Sent
‘round the globe
Like
the crack of a baseball bat
Dipped
in piss and scat
‘Riddle
me that!’
The
idol of a southern war
Nevermore
‘What
are we fighting for?’
The
thunder of Thor
A
cloned clip of Christian Dior
A
trip to the mega-store
Walmart
is the chapel
Where
Eve bites the apple
Where
saints use cyber-pay
To
win the day
So
let us pray
At
last, I slump in my chair with satisfaction. This morning exercise is
over. Now I can rejoin the everyday stream-of-consciousness. Until
the muse visits, again.
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