Bang. Slam. The house tilts.
Presidential debates notwithstanding,
the living room fills with testosterone.
I hyperventilate. Not even national policy
can be decided without an argument.
We have forgotten civility,
punctuation that brings order to discourse.
“Madame Chair,” pause, paragraph unstated,
I give you snarky innuendo, road rage.
You are the enemy.
We smile with all our teeth.
We have guns. We have heroes.
We circle in for the kill.
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| October 11: Biden/Ryan Vice Presidential Debates Source: Associated Press, ABC |
Day 12 Octpowrimo, a poem a day. Surely others found something other than this national argument to remind us that poets can celebrate passion? Click here to read 57 other takes on "passion," today's prompt.
I love your passion! This is a topic that I can easily get carried away with and you managed to say a lot in a short space. Wonderful!
ReplyDeleteI like what you did here--watched the debate last night in a differet living room, and my room, too, was full of testosterone. Well done.
ReplyDeleteWe smile with all our teeth...that says so much! I really like this.
ReplyDeleteloved how you showed politics has a presence in all of our homes..even if we don't want it
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed this!
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