Day #7 – untitled (and definitely off the prompts)
It’s gonna be real hard
to make a pleasant poem today.
I had plans for something cool
using a recurring theme
from The Souls of Black Folk –
a total work of art. But these
Neanderthals have screwed everything up.
Straight from Planet of the Apes.
Their humor escapes me.
And I’m so sick of them running
the same tired film, Regime Change,
over and over again.
We know how this story ends,
we know how the plot unfolds –
poll numbers rise, fake paper money
floods the military industrial complex,
troops and contractors surge,
diplomats and development experts
pacify and rebuild. The next regime
is friendly for a short while.
Then, when all hell breaks loose,
we silently wonder why.
Don’t call me.
I’m turning off the phone.
Don’t need to be a part of this history.
I’ll be home, writing poems,
trying to keep my sanity.