I Can See Clearly Now

I can see Hillary right now:

“If I ever get my hands on 

that damned butterfly!”

hallucinating M&M’s as she

pours another glass of

Chardonney…sparks and

the smell of burnt insulation…

drunk Mario World surrounded

by kaiso blocks…Martha and 

the Vandellas; nowhere to run.

What would Jesus say? “Yeah,

I’m coming back…I’m the only

Savior that can use his hand

as a fucking whistle!!” (Sam)

I don’t think so.

Light is natural optimism…

deep dark depression…

elaborate circling helpless legions?

Final fairytale conceptual enterprise:

“Everything’s clear 

when you’re cornered.” (Trungpa)