Wednesday, October 21, 2015

some distant moon

she uses a hammer
of words
to try and make me see
the light.
vote the way
she wants me to vote.
she points and wags
her finger at me.
poking me in the chest.
your beliefs
are no longer valid
in this world.
she says.
my candidate is smart
smarter than the rest.
you have to vote for her.
you have no
other choice.
don't be a fool with your
vote.
it's a right, a privilege.
don't waste it
on the wrong person.
this goes on and on
throughout the night.
i listen, i smile,
i nod. i drink.
i order
another drink.
at some point i leave
my body
and float high above
the din of the table.
i swim around the room,
light as feather.
unattached,
not listening
but flying flying
towards some distant moon.

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