The Center Cannot Hold
Or how I learned to just shut up and love the revolution bomb
Some ask if Trump is a beast
Slouching toward Bethlehem to
Re-upholster the Christ’s Child’s manger
With stunning, designer blue silk, flimsy as soft nimbus
And scented with oil so costly the whole world pays
Religion hasn’t solved much yet,
But we all agree Gandhi was a guy just as good as Lennon
Who knows what a bad boy is anymore?
Because his sign says “I love strong women.”
Does he, then, lay the cloths of heaven?
Sorry, we can’t just keep slipping into rhyme.
It’s just too easy. Time’s up. No time.
In the womb gender-non-specific ones come and go
Each one admiring, or enraged, by Michelangelo
Okay. Convict me, then, true convictions being worst
Does first in nimcompoopery make America First?
Is that because centrist in the new right?
Is that because the middle road is left?
Mirror anarchy is loosed upon the world…
Because we are the ‘we the people’ reflected here.
Indulgent, self parody, liberal, shrill as a crawling toddler on glass shards
No sing song, here, if it helps we’ll go high when they go low
But all poetry is true ‘kingdom of heaven’ within you stuff you share.
No one gets the full message, so stop expecting
Planetary brakes to screech your screed
We can’t hear much, for all the noise and clamor
Just speak truth. Just make your own voice matter.
If that just rhymed, I am truly sorry to offend.