{"id":779,"date":"2019-08-18T19:09:08","date_gmt":"2019-08-18T23:09:08","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/lineriderpress.com\/headlinepoetry\/?p=779"},"modified":"2019-12-22T16:02:44","modified_gmt":"2019-12-22T20:02:44","slug":"election-blues","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lineriderpress.com\/headlinepoetry\/2019\/08\/18\/election-blues\/","title":{"rendered":"Election Blues | Elections"},"content":{"rendered":"<p class=\"has-small-font-size wp-block-paragraph\"><em>image from &#8220;It&#8217;s Donald Trump&#8217;s Election, but the inspiration? Nixon,&#8221; July 19, 2016. EDITOR&#8217;S NOTE: The RNC was in Miami, Florida that year. I often wonder if places would write a poem, what would they tell us?<\/em><\/p>\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><em>by <strong>Alexander Manzoni<\/strong>, elections correspondent <\/em><\/p>\n\n<pre class=\"wp-block-verse\">Record turnout. It still wasn\u2019t <em>enough.<\/em><br \/>Did you really think it would be easy<br \/>(easy beating these sleazy bastards)?<br \/>The Blue Wave, it was more of <em>a stream.<\/em><br \/>We must <em>ALL still DREAM.<\/em><br \/>The economy is in the green, they tell me.<br \/>These dirty politics stick to my shoes.<br \/><em>Election blues.<\/em><br \/><br \/>Open the flue before you start<br \/>that fire in the hearth.<br \/>Was it worth all of that energy?<br \/>It <em>has <\/em>to be.<br \/><br \/>These election blues have filled me.<br \/>We are a chaotic asteroid<br \/><em>flung <\/em>through The Infinite Void.<br \/>We\u2019re playing with our broken toys<br \/>while Our Boys <em>fight it out<\/em>,<br \/>in The Middle East.<br \/><br \/>Our feast is interrupted by<br \/>a <em>swarm <\/em>of crazy uncles<br \/>with <em>red <\/em>on their sleeves (and hats).<br \/>They <em>refuse <\/em>to leave the table<br \/>until their presence is <em>made known<\/em><br \/>to our collective groans.<br \/>Did you hear that?<br \/>Sounds like a porn star<br \/>in the next room.<br \/>She must be meeting with<br \/>Republican politicians.<br \/><br \/>The Statistician proved <em>useless<\/em><br \/>to the toothless hound dog.<br \/>We are wading through a sewage-filled bog.<br \/>Hope we don\u2019t pick up <em>an infection<\/em>.<br \/>This election has <em>got me twisted.<\/em><br \/><em>WHAT AM I MISSING?<\/em><br \/>Skipping school to break the rules.<br \/>Using <em>every tool <\/em>I have available<br \/>to make This World <em>more <\/em>bearable.<br \/>Even <em>if <\/em>I am unable,<br \/>at least you I <em>know <\/em>I <em>tried<\/em><br \/><em>LONG <\/em>after I grew tired.<br \/><br \/><em>What does it TAKE to get you ALL FIRED UP?<\/em><br \/>A cup, oxidized copper chalice, is shared\u00a0<br \/>between parched and cracked lips.<br \/>We <em>must come to grips <\/em>with The Reality<br \/>of Our Own Vulnerability.<br \/>Even though it <em>seems <\/em>like it is <em>killing me\u2014<\/em><br \/>turning me into <em>A BEAST.<\/em><br \/>If you are going to kill me,<br \/>can you <em>at least make it quick<\/em><br \/>before I sink this ship, myself?<br \/><br \/>The china hutch <em>rattles.<\/em><br \/>Its contents <em>spill <\/em>off the shelf.<br \/>Smashing clattering crystal\u2014<br \/>a nuclear missile is <em>LAUNCHED<\/em><br \/>from the deck of a surfacing submarine.<br \/><em>Will it wipe the slate clean?<\/em><br \/>Or will we live in a long-forgotten dream<br \/><em>TURNED NIGHTMARE?<\/em><br \/>Are you <em>aware <\/em>of The Danger?<br \/><br \/>The country, it shuns the appearance of<br \/>The Wandering Stranger, in flight<br \/>from the insurmountable night.<br \/><em>Is it RIGHT to have to LIVE in SUCH FEAR?<\/em><br \/>We are nearing The End of a New Beginning, <em>my friend.<\/em><br \/>Even so, <em>WE MUST NOT BEND.<\/em><br \/>I clutch my pen, until the knuckles <em>turn white.<\/em><br \/>Writing poetry, day and night.<br \/>My eyes catch sight of a lone galley on the horizon.<br \/><em>WILL<\/em> <em>THIS ONE COME TO RESCUE US?<\/em><br \/><br \/> <\/pre>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>by Alexander Manzoni<br \/>\nElections Correspondent<\/p>\n<p>image: RNC, Miami, Florida, 1968 (yeah, Miami, 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