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
come.
Side note, call Dick. What's up? ...
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Okay, now
here's your photo-op, sir:
you'll be hugging a black girl, twice.
(It's like kissing babies after church,
just about).
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The morning trolley rickets full
cattle cars west along hop
and drool boulevard, past
paddle and
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.
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Whoever invented term limits understood
the power of morons.
I can tell you that much, John.
©2005 Ed Wickliffe