At This Point In Time
There have been no blossoms
during the entire election season.
The slight limbs of trees
bend from the weight of
There is no color.
Bees remain sullen in the dark intricacies
of their swollen homes
hung like ancient faces
outside the hut of an African headhunter.
the President walks into the meeting
of the commission appointed to study
the lack of blossoms.
He’s fresh off the golf course
having just missed the shooting of an intruder
who scaled the White House fence.
The commission is chaired by a pigmy
wearing a flowered shirt from
is embarrassed by this pigmy in a flowered shirt
and has no statement for the press.
The meeting is
due to the collapse of the Central States Pension Fund.
Last to leave the room
the pigmy is unaware
that the flowers on his shirt
have been eclipsed by a giant tidal wave
resulting from an earthquake