This Is Not A Poem

This is not a poem.
I am waiting.
Waiting.
Waiting for peace
to break out.
Waiting for the rain
to stop.
Holding on for dear life.
Holding.
Holding.
Holding on
for Guantanamo,
for Abu Ghraib,
for God.

This is not a poem.

Sensing the time has come.
Wait.
Wait for Human Rights
waiting to fly by,
waiting for the light
to change.

I’m waiting.
Waiting.
Waiting.
Waiting for torture in my name.
Clear Skies,
Clean Air,
Healthy Forest,
Truthiness and Lies.
No
Tree
Left
Behind.
Arsenic and Lakes,
tapped lead,
Mountain Top
mine,
his
and
hers
mining.
This is not a poem.

I am waiting.
Waiting.
Waiting.
Waiting for peace to break out.
Waiting for the rain,
to conquer the oil,
the dirty air
to conquer the fear in itself
to conquer the queers
and despair
and to conquer space,
the unknown frontier,
Pre-war,
pre-9/11,
pre-earth,
pre-heaven
air.

I’m waiting.
Waiting.
Waiting.
Waiting on the Duct Tape
To be
cause the Levee’s busted
or not to be
Freedom's repatriation,
inactivation,
indoctrination,
desensitization,
dematerialization
throughout the nation,
Post-war,
post-9/11,
post-earth,
post-heaven,
post-peace.
This is not a poem.

I am waiting.
Waiting.
Waiting.
Waiting for the Geneva Conventions,
Patriot Act intentions,
Militarization,
Halliburton recidivism,
Iraqi liberators,
Arabic translators,
War on Gays,
War on Terror,
War on Christmas,
Schaivo,
Gitmo,
the theoretical blow
of the parenthetical
mushroom cloud,
Root and Kellogg Brown,
Habeas Corpus
rain comin’ down…

I’m waiting.
Waiting.
Waiting.
Waiting…
CIA.
FBI.
SSS.
F.O.X.
Bring `em on!
Stay the course!
Frustrated.
Infuriated.
Consternated.
Ill fated.
IED!
Three
hundred
billion
served please!
Armored Humvee!
Miscalculations.
Destabilization.
A sovereign nation.
People’s castigation!

I’m waiting!
Waiting!
Waiting!
Waiting!
This is a prayer.
A plea.
A cry.
A hope.
A wish.
It is not a poem.


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