POLITICS: NO STONES NO FISH NO WIND

Of course there’s always a girl
in distress. But the trust
fund mistress, dead in her fire

engine red Porsche wearing
the senator’s boxers, is not
on today’s Beltway agenda.

The fleabag donkey leaps
up to bite the elephant’s
wrinkled trunk and chokes

up barmy pesto of Sunday
pundits. Grizzle that V.P.
okay? Striped blueblood ties

boost his Q. For breakfast,
a hank of Republican platform
and skirl of Perot on morning

show. Don’t be tetchy over
coffee. Which T-shirt to jog
in today? panders the candidate.

What medium message? Tumbleset
or somersault into the booth,
draw the wimple, spool your

grumpy tumid brain toward
the lever, tie a tumpline
to your expections, and know

that you are being flensed
just as you yourself are trying
to flense the leviathan.