Impeached

Trying to wrap my head around meaning,

listening to the pundits,

saying the same thing,

the same thing

same, again,

the words are reimagined,

and yet,

this really did happen,

the talk became the action,

yet,

wait for it,

I don’t see the moving trucks

lining the White House rotunda

with Mara Lago plates

aligning their next destination.

 

The only thing I see tonight,

is a blowhard repudiation,

suggesting,

everything we are listening to is,

certainly will,

sell a newspaper,

get a channel change,

allow some office banter,

about the events of the day.

 

What does it mean today,

any different from over two decades ago,

the person in office,

on both accounts,

stayed in the oval office,

didn’t hide away,

people with varying views

began their own analysis,

and the news went on and on and on …

 

and the beat goes on.


© Thom Amundsen 2019

Propagandic Despair

I want to watch the news,

want to know, to understand, to speculate,

what is right, what is incomplete, what deceptive story

will lead me astray today, tonight, tomorrow, every way

I look for something new, some situation refreshing,

 

I want to watch the news,

I just can’t find the right ideas to concern myself with,

everything is optional, alternative, filled with a facade

of mainstream idiocy,

a propogandic nightmare,

teach me how to spell,

I can’t even count on the vocabulary being correct anymore.

 

I want to watch the news,

I want to see what’s happening rather than the constant shield

from reality, a spacial shape shifter,

we are all latching on to the movement,

the pendulum is rather static right now,

which way will it move?

 

I want to watch the blues,

because quite frankly that’s all that’s worth the news.

Waking Without The News

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I awoke this morning with a certain calm,

the quiet heartbeat of my dog nearby,

the sun just beginning to radiate the room,

life seemed a slow melodic sort of tune.

 

Oh, there are certain ideals on my mind

that weigh heavily to be understood

yet for that moment, that initial lull

I could appreciate the sound of life alone.

 

Nowhere shouted the proclamatory pundits

wreaking havoc upon my state of mind

while millions of others like me would stir

to begin our daily frenzy of not knowing where.

 

I wonder sometime if it is that simple

to allow ourselves to breathe rather than

respond to the horrific mongering, albeit

I woke up today without the news.

 

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