Kate selected words provided by Dana. Thanks Dana!
John McCain’s Dementia
He experiences crimson catatonic
blips, tiny fiery confusions, sonic
gongs. The women at each elbow
know. Many, many others know.
Everyone’s holding their infamous breath,
dry in the mind, moist in the flesh.
No pharmacological brew can stop
the cameras, ominous, from capturing
my fellow prisoners substituted
for Americans. As if we haven’t prostituted
ourselves enough. As if any old blubber
can shove its belly into our heads and blabber.
As if any beauty contestant is to fawn
upon. Change one letter and womb is bomb.
Dana's Words:
blubber, catatonic, moist, pharmacology, womb
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8 comments:
Why aren't you a political pundit?
Oops, maybe I'm proving Yeats right? So the question is, perhaps ... is this a poem or rhetoric?
Kate -- it's a poem! And one I really like. Yes, it's political, but there's surprise to it, and that ending is killer. Great work.
Oh yay!!! And you wrote about McCain having dementia, which I've been harping on.
I love your ending, womb into bomb. Brilliant.
Actually, those are my words but the link it to Fiona's site.
For the second draft, try "my womb is a bomb."
Wow...my WOMB IS BOMB (that'll be better than the rhythm method!)
Quite an interesting poem, far beyond the political poison darts. Superb ending about change one letter and womb is bomb!
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