Monday, November 19, 2007

two poems from GWB's first term. 2000, or 2001

1.

A most inappropriate museum exhibit
Was a painting of a blue speed limit sign
Standing beside a grass highway

2.

Shellfish carpet baggers sing empty ocean songs while I scuba dive,
Sometimes I must come up for air.
And the Wind whispers in my ear
That life is here
and their is clarity
and I don't want this picture to disappear.
All the ingredients make my soup so confused,
but I know that as they boil together
it will start to taste good.
And maybe I can stop trying to write the menu,
Accepting that hypnotized tribal berries
are there for a reason

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