6 January 2022
Was a suicide
Takes away a syllable
Makes fact a question
Which it always is
Except in retrospect when
A body appears
Where it was not then
When we bathed in denial
Of fact, mandating
Doubt, insurrection's
Theater, death a gambit
Gallows on the mall
Just a joke on Pence
Gallows humor ripe as trash
After-Christmas bin
Where an iphone pinged
And the bad guys were under
Cover cops in hats
From the wrong cities
And we couldn't tell the diff
All remainders doubts
Doubt's authority’s
Barbells: look at those big pecs!
Tell me you don’t want
The boot in your face
Just a ballet shoe en pointe
Stalin danced the reel
Real films on fake news
Persuade us otherwise like
Fictions making fact
At Kahana Beach
I took photos of surf spray
Through pine needles, sun
In rolling surf, brown
Closer in as it always
Is, micro-plastics
Scattered, beauty
That won’t die as truth can do
Blue shard, bubblegum
Dispenser—engraved
Styrofoam chips from
Crushed coffee vases
Time’s remnant step-child
Still lives inside a poem
Re-use, re-cycle.
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