cool water
clear glass
on my balcony
a blue
wasp
stops to
drink from
one spilled drop

Last week the Bureau of Labor Statistics labored and brought forth its monthly unemployment data, with the usual muddle of many-ways defined and undefined employment and unemployment, but the percentage of able-bodied working-age Americans who have a job remained essentially unchanged from where it hit the bottom in December 2009, and that’s the non-story of US employment and unemployment in April, 2012, and every other month in 2010 and 2011 and 2012.
Nuclear weapons sprouting everywhere like mushrooms!
Stop squirming! Get ready for the end!
The story of my girlhood is written in cologne.
I own every goblin in Borneo!
Mithridates of Pontus is my maternal uncle.
Did you drool on my clone?
Did you nibble the braille off my billboard?
I once bought a blood-wig on Ebay!
My anemia emanates from the Big Bang.
I am born again in a beachfront bordello!
Lichens agonize in the foam.
I’m a retired assassin with a
sassy way of saying “Mammy”
and seven lesser manias.
I eat blancmange.
I’m an average American.
Only I can describe your
multiple vaginae.
Navel of my emails!
Neap-tide of my veal!
I will love you for umpteen lifetimes.
Are you idle or menial?
There’s no in-between!
Is that the sky
or an outdoor planetarium?
Is this laundromat spinning?
Do you believe in magic?
I believe in everything!
but when you’re senile,
it gets a lot harder to count the demons.
Four more years of hopeless, brutal war in Afghanistan?
More prosecutions of medical marijuana than Bush?
More prosecutions of whistleblowers than Bush?
Sold out Social Security and Medicare?
Nothing but a pitiful “charm initiative” about climate change?
Sold out single-payer and public options for pathetic “healthcare reform?”
I DON”T CARE!
I’M A DEMOCRAT!
OBAMA OWNS ME!
FOUR MORE YEARS!







