About Ed Wickliffe
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Glimpses From a Presidential Fly-By
The gulf city gone adrift gamblers
toxic on sermon floating sewage
bottle of hull water lake-sized
rising amoeba sea-wide screen
satellite thriving if more than also
live oaks flying dead moss attics
through flag-like dwell flay barking
dog eyes plank door hydro cash
attack they look like bees down
there go figure eighting the hive-
man nears dancing rooftops please
Side note, call Dick. What's up? ...
here's your photo-op, sir:
you'll be hugging a black girl, twice.
(It's like kissing babies after church,
The morning trolley rickets full
cattle cars west along hop
and drool boulevard, past
the shotgun canal, thence south
by southwest to point of origin, no:
to point of departure.
Where do you suppose they're all going?
...'Bout time, then. It's stupid to be there.
Whoever invented term limits understood
the power of morons.
I can tell you that much, John.
©2005 Ed Wickliffe