On the Inability of our Elected & Well-Paid Partisans to Enact Immigration Reform, or Any Other Useful Legislation

SAND CASTLES

August, goldenrod of the Caesars...

& the paisan smile (inscrutable

& sad).  Drawn to the water table

of lakes & seashore, the sea’s recess.

Fold-on-fold cascades (irretrievable

decades).  In the crazy-quilt

of recursive fields... your guilty

maize, & mine (South-Sea Bubble

of the mind).  The Omaha train

pulls out at 7.  Osage

family.  On the last stage of

mourning (in the land, under the rain).

Traveling without their kids (Honduran,

Guatemalan) – refugees

from the stupidities.

Natural harbor (salty, hardpan).

Paralloid Congress troops into recess.

Up to the lake somewhere.

Collective crowd-esteem, hot air

fog spectacles with greediness –

navigators led by speech-balloons

exhale (from stingy lungs)

each bartered hearts’ unsung

remorse.  So an unseen moon’s

ray numbers our undoing.  Unkind

theoreticals & partisan

we mold a house from sand

that cannot stand.  Yet, love is blind...

    8.2.14