from The Freedom Poems                                                                                                

Dick Cheney Parade

I know when you’re pretending

not to look.

A cheerleader

with no real heart

is spooking the horses.

Light rail stops.

Your other half

is in the

emergency.

The nurses are out smoking

and checking their messages.

They may mock

your attachments

to touchstones.

In terms of high school,

to be a senior.

What did all those

Kung Fu movies do to you?

A brain trained on

wildly changing colors

will find it hard to focus

on a teacher.

By any means

you cut her mic.

You need to show them

you have a heart.