notations / No. 12

I'd like to see

a six foot blonde in heels and leopardskin bikini

prancing the well of Congress holding a placard above her head

indicating the next amendment to the proposition.

I'd like to see

an end to rationalizing every nonsensical decision

by governing officials as being for "the common good".

I’d like to have

Miss Landers bending toward me with a whisper to my ear

as she did when Theodore disappointed her;  the scent

of atomized "Tabu" (by Dana) drifting along for the ride . . .

but–– well, I guess I'll stay the way I am;

slowing the pace, sulking, ashen, and close enough

to the slashing reaper that I can smell the rust;

smells like. . .acetic acid fermenting in diluted alcohol,

and if I don’t change my attitude within a day or two, I’d best

leave a note behind pinned to my shirt.