Hyper-normalisation

[silver]

Listening with my ears
I stand in the corner
my back against
two walls
arms wrapped
defensively
about my waist
staring
at the man
and the monster
on the television
screen playacting
for the score
of press
encircling
them

Seeing with my eyes
Suzy Sad Eyes doll wide
with disbelief and disassociation
I still cannot comprehend
this travesty of transition
I have so feared
and reviled
along
with almost
half of the country

Obama's hair appears
to have silvered
more so
this past forty
eight hours;
the Monster
is his usual
skin shade
of dissipated
pallor

To much
of Columbia's
finest up the snoot
last night
el Presidente'
Electe'?

Is it dramatic
of me
watching
this historical
moment
I feel
beaten
and raped?

Or, am I
feeling
exactly
as I should?

I don't know.
I've never
given
a flying
fuck
until
now
who
shouldn't
be President
much less
who should

I didn't much
care for her either
but, it bothers
me far more
I fear him

demonic
despoiler
of innocence
that shall
far to soon
be greeted
as POTUS

in this New Age
I find myself
trapped in
this era of
hyper-normalisation

~SiLVer.

[aims]

couldn't have said it better!!!

[silver]

thank you.