the Era of Big Government

(for Sarah Palin)

I will not abide attack
on our government by
public officers. You should
all be sacked for sedition
and reaping the plaudits
from stupider watchers.

Lost Father

Do not tack the door shut,
however tentatively put; I'm
moving. No not outside but
in a circle, and constantly.

I am not so easily distracted
by flashy movements and
new shapes, primary colors,
or cyan and magenta and black.

A recalcitrant fatherly figure,
who spent all his time brooding
was awful, and overly maudlin
and loving, but knowingly bitter.


[Note: I would just like to point out to family members who may be reading this; this poem is not about my father. It's about postmodernism, believe it or not]