Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Offer Your Usual Posy of Goatheads

I still haven't watched a GOP candidate debate (I'm told last night's was missing the Red Meat Glee Club in the audience, so it must really have sucked). I won't watch or listen to Emperor Obama's State of the Union, POTUS 12 edition, tonight, though the predictable keywords he'll use will have you drunk after ten minutes if you're Hi-Bobbing the speech, and the post-SOTU reaction from professional partisans to partisan fan clubs down to shitty bloggers, as we all inhabit precisely-enough the positions we all reflexively adopt, just as predictable. Witness this post.












DEAR DROUGHT

Amy Beeder

Offer your usual posy of goatheads. Proffer
sharp garlands of thistle & Inca's thin down;
of squash bugs strung on blighted stems; send

back necklaced every reeking pearl I crushed,

each egg cluster that I scraped away with knife
or twig or thumbnail. Wake me sweat-laced
from a dream of hidden stables: the gentle foals

atremble, stem-legged, long-neglected. Dear
drought our summer's corn was overrun again
with weed & cheat; the bitter zinnias fell to bits.

Dear yearlings our harvest is lattice & husk.


3 comments:

  1. And, to no one's surprise, Rmoney paid paid an effective tax rate of 13.9 percent in 2010 on over $20 millon of income.

    But he thinks you should pay 25%.
    ~

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  2. Good for Thomas. Even and perhaps especially if his motives were exclusively descended from the most curmudgeonly evil.

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  3. New SOTU same as the old SOTU, I'd imagine.

    Just once I'd like a sporting figure to publicly decline the WH in order to scoot over to the Smithsonian for a few hours.

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