The day sucked. The long night was worse.
Too many times since I've had to explain
That my sadness was for this single party nation,
Of how I long for a government with checks and balances.
It's like how Europe must have felt
When the Autobahn was paved.
But there's no surplus of jobs now,
There's no real security, no government that loves us.
So very many times did I hear the gloat and pig squeal
Of Reagan children feeding at the trough
Of racism and hidden empire building.
The governor elect saying he wanted
To bring back the confederate flag.
The installed shrub and his thorn
Saying it was a victory for us all.
2002! How the years betray.
I thought Enlightenment died with the atomic bomb,
But no, just a coma, it did die in November.
The things I heard that day; like dialogue
From Pynchon's "Gravity's Rainbow" or "V" but
Even more surreal and unnerving, think mescaline Corso.
So what did I do at the end of this day?
Wrote a love poem to food, my love of food.
Forget the national socialist party, I named food my god.
The more I think about it the better it sounds,
Food is my god. In food I trust. One nation under food.
Today I will pray the way I live,
For all lives everywhere, for all hearts and minds
And bellies to be full, to be full with Peace,
Always peace, then compassion and action.
And then we take all lives to task…
