Election Day: pt. 4

the alienated wonder of what one is to do
when the clichés fit
and the profundity does not suffice

another chewed up pencil
another five minute nap in an office chair
another borrowed fax another fake hello
another greeting with stained teeth
another meeting more slides and more

each promising it it will be the immovable object
the thought is fixed and becomes truth
sadly this is not the case

young golf shirted white men
laugh and
the tweed jacket types (patches and all)
rub their chins as their girlfriends give any observers a
show with a worried look and an arm grab

as usual
it all hinges on the turnout

Election Day: pt. 3

and it’s only late evening here
but there’s always a spin from the other side
and a drunk yelling
always makes sense
to the ears of the room

it’s gonna be a close one
it’s going to take a while to figure out what we’ve said
what did we expect?
when we’ve fed the projections
and the polls
gone to the booths split
letting another typo decide the fate of the nation