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

The Circle of Deceit

I can’t listen anymore,

I’m a citizen of this country,

I believe in my freedom,

the welfare of my neighbor

the peace of mind of a stranger.

I want to understand the peril

that one family has overcome

in order to help another find peace,

find hope,

find their own sense of freedom.

 

But the circle of deceit

two parties battling one another,

a constant rubrics cube of

smoke and mirrors,

Pollyanna and Slaughterhouse Five,

they’re all the same,

all told before,

all recognized to be contributors,

to our own incessant

Catch – 22

of hit and miss, ugliness.

 

I suppose I will turn to fiction

once again,

the result of years of twisted reality,

I’d rather just …

Imagine.