Superpac

dark horses, flashing wild eyes & lolling tongues
minions of masters blind secrets, colliding on
judgement day

the watchmen, pencils poised, stream data weighing
heavily on balance sheets, despite muffled screams
invisible ants regurgitate from force fed robo-calls

somewhere, below the border between heaven & hell
Jesse Ventura, head bobbing in disbelief, watches

concertina wire, growing quicker than phases of the moon
as freedom ebbs endlessly, no flow in sight

radio waves, linked directly to the message
flash headlines mocking our escape
in time, herds of cattle, single-file, cling, head-to-tail

a slow shuffle, over the abyss

                               .......on election day





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Cooper Avatar
May 26, 2012 at 8:45 PM
wow great pen
Smalling Avatar
May 25, 2012 at 1:01 PM
Great reading of the times, Jimbo. The politically engineered social changes conscripts the society to a life without freedom, mile by mile everyday. One love
Peranteau Avatar
May 24, 2012 at 8:57 AM
This write is mighty 'till the end dear poet ! You have me reeling with thought with this write James, enjoyed it fully ! Have a great week my friend....much love, james
Nutter Avatar
May 23, 2012 at 7:54 PM
Your metaphors are beyond compare, excellent write my friend
Andresen Avatar
May 23, 2012 at 5:23 AM
James you have written a unique poem here, well done! - oxox love Anne-Lise
Madonsela Avatar
May 22, 2012 at 11:54 AM
powerful poem. I like this.
Dietrich Avatar
May 18, 2012 at 12:17 PM
quite a poem, very descriptive, James!! hey, long time, no see.
Williams Avatar
May 18, 2012 at 9:39 AM
Hey Jimbo nice to see your work, I like this a lot..David
Song Avatar
May 18, 2012 at 9:21 AM
We should all have our own little Super Pacs to do our personal dirty work for us....Everyone could then get into heaven. They could spread rumors, put others down,...like minions of wrath...we'd all be excused of their evilness...
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