A Proposal Outlined By Congress
i Musings of the Politicians Wife
Invented in the lecture hall,
impressed in stone on the wall-
wide and white, the Eyes see all.
The dreams of those at home
the Dream we have a birthright to,
chained hot and heavy in this room
Hestia’s sculpture borne away
and the simple works of your day.
And ambivalence is held in sway
the delicate instrument of
your distraction- what magicians
men can be.
ii The Dream
Daddy, daddy look around you;
at the floor we paid for covered
in piss from Tommy, look at mommy
no lipstick, look at this- a picture of
you signing a bill as mom mixes
a whiskey sour, as me and Tommy
watch TV by the hour!
What a life, what a wife, what sweet cum
on our lips.
iii The Politician at the Strip Joint
Some poisons
can not be
sucked out. Some
poisons just
must be lived
with. It is a gift,
a wish, at times
a doubt. We always
pay for what we
get. So at the bar
I will pay for
oblivion, to take
off the edge,
and show some
skin. Tomorrow
I will do it again.
It is the Dream,
the show, Mr. Jones.
by me