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Thursday, October 30, 2008

Not Able





alone near the burning bush
contemplating nano-fame
from the flirt of a trophy veep

a wishful commander-in-chief
survives for combat ~
battles confound his dreams

dollars are made by wars
that's the economy he knows
and now he's out of bud lite

thanks to his trophy wife



Fractal created in Fractal Explorer.

Totally Optional Prompt: Election
This is a good time to reflect on elections in general and this election in particular.

9 comments:

Quiet Paths said...

This is so creative & clear... you are able to weave the absurd reality of these times into a poem and have me smiling by the end of your words. A small portrait of those who seem to have sold their souls....

Kristina said...

I like the way it reads like a nursery rhyme but holds something so serious as its topic. Quite clever - and I love the fractal!

anthonynorth said...

This is enlightening and so real.
Excellent.

Stan Ski said...

Such an inconvenience when collecting the Spoils of War is interrupted by having to fight the battles.

SweetTalkingGuy said...

Nicely put together, this could be the epitath for that whole administration!

Love the groovy picture too! It's not a fractal is it? This would look cool on my wall!

Greyscale Territory said...

That reference to a legendary icon ~ the burning bush ~ is so dramatic and disturbing! Powerful connections with the sense of judgment alive and so well today!

paisley said...

oh girl that was soooo good... i love it!!!! and it so mirrors how i see mccain....

gautami tripathy said...

Nano-flame...I like it!

Marcia said...

You do such a remarkable job of combing unexpected words together to create a strong reality. (burning bush, nano-fame, budlight, trophy wife)