staring upward I
seem a frog steeped in water –
clouds drop like a lid
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© Gregory V Driscoll 2015
staring upward I
seem a frog steeped in water –
clouds drop like a lid
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© Gregory V Driscoll 2015
find it strange feeling
I’ve dropped into the far past:
campaign debates – so-called –
dinosaurs flailing about
in mires of suborning funds
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© Gregory V Driscoll 2015
Tagged campaign debates, haikai no renga, poem, poetry, suborning funds
the fog of war thrives
in the chief’s mind long before
any shots are fired:
blind leading the blind – and all
shall fall into the abyss.
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© Gregory V Driscoll 2015
So true, dear Izzy Stone:
Every government is run by liars
and nothing they say should be believed.
Take but the U. S. in the last 50 years –
wopper after wopper without pause,
without shame, without being brought
to account – and not just words,
but nasty deeds as well and the blowback
from myriad acts of hubris and ignorance.
Truly we’ve become the new Grand Guignol.
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© Gregory Driscoll 2015
Posted in Poetry
Tagged blowback, despicable words and deeds, Grand Guignol, hubris, I. F. Stone, ignorance, poem, poetry, U. S. exceptionalism
the hedge has gone wild
the perilla and the mint
loosed now from her care
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© Gregory V Driscoll 2015
time to face the facts:
our vaunted leaders know naught
about what they do
their heads are filled with neither
shinola nor shit – just shekels
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© Gregory V Driscoll 2015