Well, I used to be quite a amateur poet, MC'ed my own open-mike night and all. But since I've been in grad school I've had no time for such frivolousness. Anyway, here is something I wrote this morning partly inspired by dkos. Please let me know what you think, there are few references to dkos, and some to some stories that have been circulating around the blogsphere lately.
Ominous beats thump in isolating headphones
as I think of last breaths
and read stories of political despair
of brazen venality and childlike ignorance
of grey days soon to come
that never rain
they only darken the eyes of morning commuters
as they step out their doors.
Stories of those few true blues
who still see sunshine when it's not there
with nose to grindstone(or keyboard)
duly diligent daily.
Story-telling-tapestries
unwind a thread at a time
each enveloping the reader
adding up to a serpentine narrative
never articulated fully
by those short-sighted leaders someone foisted on us.
Who knew that electronics could be so warm
That those deep underroot coals still crackle
with the fury of typing fingers
that never keep up with snapping synapses.
That underground warmth ready to burst beyond the grass.
To many fools looking over their shoulders at their footprints
arguing over the topography of their imprints.
Litmus tests too often administered blindly
and friendly foes snap back too fast
like a shark bumping her nose on a giant peach.
My nose is constantly parallel to the curved earth
a mathematic impossibility manifested imperfectly
Constantly trying to see over the horizon
puts krinks in my neck
that worsen from my too-deeply fantastical dream-laced sleep.
But waking slowly everyday
face warmed by brief sunshine between sinister clouds
or computer screens over a cup of elitist tea,
and thousands other start their day the same way.