… in Equal Parts

For –

After all –

You do know me.

I am Helen;

Shade, in equal parts

Of your faithful wife,

Glamorous mistress,

Daughter, mother;

Your nameless, shameless

Guilt-free, no-number

Fantasy fuck.

I am Helen,

This is night;

Tomorrow the

Horse and I

Will be gone …

But you ?

You will never forget.

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Eye, Dollar, Tree.

“Oil is the new diplomacy-

The way to power of course-

Debt is the new and most fashionable honesty,

Shareholders the latest terrorists,”

The clown-president

With the burger-wide smile

Mouths the Doctor Spin phrases.

The elephant leans left,

The horse swings right;

The latest polls hold the key –

The one that nobody can really grasp –

“I wouldn’t vote for that,

There’s plenty more whales

In the sea!”

Charlotte’s Grandchildren

 

 

In the distance, below the horizon ridge

A honey coated horse is head down grazing;

At rest,  firm edged shadow leaning long

Down the gentle February slope.

It is nearly possible to hear the explosions

In the atomic heart workings of the sun –

On a day which balances preciously between

Passing winter and welcome spring…

And Charlotte’s grandchildren are

Taking to the joyful jester-hope skies.

 

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