Wake up with That Man on my mind
What’s he done now?
What good programs has he reversed?
Get him out of my head
I’m just an ordinary woman who wants a peaceful life
with nice people in it.
When I was a little girl, I thought we all did …
Treat people nice that is
Believed in Santa Claus and cried when a little girl
told me he wasn’t real.
Couldn’t believe my parents lied
But that was only the beginning
of adult scary.
There’s a Red Under My Bed
Out to get me.
My child’s brain is smashed with holocaust scenes
Appealing from their celluloid story
Eyes, a hollow disbelief pleading
Eyeballs in shrunken skulls
thrown into pits, sprinkled with lime
But this was no pie
This was …
Arms and legs all sticking up and out and over and across and together
In one BIG heap
To mark their being.
Or their passing.
Later in life
I learned of what seemed a smaller thing
Suffragette chained to railing
Trampled to death
For the right to vote
To not be sexually abused
To be paid the same
Have a voice
Seeds sown in degenerate soil
nurtured by frightened human beings
breed a crop of hate.
And this man?
A harmless reality joke
on The Apprentice
With a funny schtick
Who builds towers of bauble above the clouds
With golden toilets, hand-towels and pie crusts …
The bolder, the more believable
Is for some; a dark swashbuckling hero from a Marvel comic
But, when an unborn fetus
is more worthy than a child
In a cage,
And pussy is a sexist put down
And not an Amy Schumer stand-up routine
It’s not so great.
So, I talk myself down
He may not get re-elected
but he probably will
He is the OLD American dream.
Dangling trophy wives
Surrounded by nodding suits and skirts who
never wash a dish, vacuum a room, or repair a shoe.
Fame, fortune and streets paved with gold
Where Billy Graham treads beside a golden haired, blue-eyed Jesus and a benevolent white-haired, bearded father.
But no longer
I throw away my Old American dream
And replace it with Good America.
I want to know my neighbors
Have money to buy food, sleep in a bed, go to the theater once in a while
Take a vacation
Watch my grandkids play soccer, sing, and dance
Think of Obama, Hillary, Bernie, Elizabeth and Ginsberg.
I will brew a cup of tea
I am an immigrant who chose to be an American citizen
I am determined to be good today.
Oak Park Writers Group