no matter how often they expound

“Like a Snowflake in a Margarita…”
… they both sting one cold
as the long night of a
lover’s quarrel and the
other as hot as oiled
beach volleyball players
leaping like taffeta gowns
for a coveted bridal bouquet
tossed aside like sound bites
uttered by clueless pundits in
a nightmare as if drowning in
a vat of butterscotch pudding
filled with sharks singing
“It’s a nice day for a white wedding”
off-key like an alley full of
feral cats fighting like candidates
for a house on Pennsylvania Avenue
like the one with an oval room that’s
shaped by the knees of interns
performing surgical strikes like
swooping eagles catching prey
hiding like blind worms in a cave
dark as chocolate squares melting
like a first kiss under a full moon
bright as a virgin’s blush turning
red hot in consummation of
desire to win nomination at
all costs like spiraling gasoline
prices igniting like rhetoric from
a pulpit blaming everyone else as
different as a snowflake in a margarita
they both sting one to
the left and one to
the right as if separated by
a curtain made of iron and
a moat filled with seething
emotions as if the entire
history of hate were distilled
from a aloe and served up hot
like the nine circles of hell…

Cheers!

Authors note: If you “like” American style politics, in the comments section are three more recent poems as pingbacks or you can click the highlighted words in the body of the poem. Linked at d’Verse Poetry Pub for Open Link Night.

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38 thoughts on “no matter how often they expound

  1. Wow! I’m stunned. There’s a whole shedload of powerful imagery here. And, having just gone through the UK’s Brexit fiasco, and with more electoral nightmares to come, I totally get the passion behind the poem. An amazing piece of work!

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  5. Awesome. This is my favorite section:

    “they both sting one cold
    as the long night of a
    lover’s quarrel and the
    other as hot as oiled
    beach volleyball players
    leaping like taffeta gowns
    for a coveted bridal bouquet
    tossed aside like sound”

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  6. Blew my socks off, Brian. I thought I could go off on poetic political rants–this one is golden,, red with fire & blood, green with mossy-mouthed envy & cortical mold. I dig it. I hear you. I join you in anger.

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  7. I like the overlap of vivid, random yet somehow connected phrases…what a chain of chaos the U.S. elections have become. I can only watch from Canada and empathize. Perhaps the whole world should have been able to vote, since the U.S. has a way of dominating the whole world. We will all be affected by the finale of this circus.

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  8. Woof! This was quite a ride, Brian. And I especially loved the singing sharks! LOL! A longggg poem but one with such interesting details. Immediate to our election. Distilled history of hate.

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