Promises
the rain vagrants’ piss
of steady stream little floods
pooling at our shoes
our shoes our clothes
ruined by wetness and stench
a stench found only this time of year
this time of year of campaigns
of promises made with mud
of voting of frustrations and cheers
the rain shotguns’ blasts
of scattered sting tiny pricks
fooling no one else
no one else cares about size
or portions just wanting enough
enough found only in this part of earth
this part of earth of hunger
of angry noise made with dreams
of marches of graffiti and walls
the rain parades’ mess
of seedy strings, micro-men
ruling from their roosts
their roosts limned with lies
and vagrant promises and ruin
steady streams of walls
Michael A. Griffith
Michael A. Griffith teaches at Raritan Valley and Mercer County Community Colleges in central NJ. He is the author of three chapbooks of poetry, Bloodline, Exposed, and New Paths to Eden (forthcoming). Recent works appear in Ariel Chart, Impspired, Miletus Literature Review, Pangolin Review, Scarlet Leaf Review, and The Lake. Mike lives near Princeton, NJ.
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ReplyDeletePowerful piece. A vivid portrayal of politics and corruption in our world today.
ReplyDeleteThank you for reading and commenting, Renee. I tend to feel sour about a lot I see in politics regardless of the party involved. I wish I felt differently.
DeleteI can relate all too well.
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