How I Spent My Weekend, the Latest Installment

Democracy

I've been inside these things before,
The crowded rooms, the pizza,
Coffee. They're not as you
Think they are. Nobody
Wants to save the world.
The candidate is on the phone.
He's schmoozing donors for
More money. His advisers
Huddle at a screen to read
The latest polls, and then
Decide what should be said
To bring around more
Soccer moms. The office
Doesn't matter much. It's
Just a stepping stone to
More impressive races
Later on. The issues don't
Mean anything. The
Candidate's on every side
As he proceeds from group
To group. The party's just
A trademark, and those
Here, who've taken on its
Name, care only for their
Resumes, to which they
Hope to add another win.


Rude Awakening

I must have been asleep when
I saw myself howl, a savage on
His horse, outside her castle's walls.
I must have seen her face, its look
Of longing, paired with helplessness,
To be that of someone who's captive,
Kept against her will inside these walls,
Which I see, now that I'm awake, I, too, 
Am trapped within. And what dark 
Force has brought me here, and 
Chained me deep beneath the
Ground to dream of freedom as
I'm shackled, dream that she,
Who slips down here so rarely,
Bearing water, has met my fate,
When, in fact, she's free? It issues
Out of me. It's name is love.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-11-16 at 01:10

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