Elexxxion
Elexxxion
By John Paul Davis
It's election time again. It feels like the bruises
from the last one haven't finished healing.
I mean that metaphorically; I'm not actually
healing from the last election, just walking
around rearranging matter on the earth's surface
as if nothing was wrong at all while inside
I'm aching from trying to bridge the gap
between the promises my country
made me & what it actually delivered.
It's a very large gap. Some might call it a chasm
or a canyon or a crevasse in honor
of the glaciers all melting. While I hang here
in between where we should be & where we are
holding the two together, candidates
use me for a bridge, walking across my arms
in their shoes that cost more than I make
in a pay period. The liberals are careful
not to step on my head; the conservatives
assume if I didn't want to be stepped
on I wouldn't be hanging here. The two sides pull
apart & the capitalists call this growth.
The tech companies collect data
from the percussion of my popping joints & the twang
of my stretching tendons. They can predict
how much more I will take, measured in thumbs-up
icons. All of the candidates agree we should bumble
on down to a younger republic and meddle in their election,
maybe flash our guns around & show off our drones
until the dictator who will let us taste their sweet sweet
oil wins. All of the candidates agree the best way
to raise a market is to let it eat whatever it wants
& use everyplace for its toilet & that freedom
means cleaning up after it forever. Ok, there's one
who says maybe there's a better way but all the editorials
say he's not electable. We send our soldiers
to other countries to help their unelectables
but here, we pin lies to their backs like kick me
signs, we make looping memes out of them
then decades later name a Monday after them, quote
them in speeches, make out in the shadows of their statues.
John Paul Davis writes poems, makes music and builds websites in New York City, where he lives with his wife, the actress Mahira Kakkar. His first book of poems, Crown Prince Of Rabbits, was published by Great Weather For Media in 2017. You can find out more about him at http://www.johnpauldavis.org