Saturday, June 28, 2008

I Coulda Had a G8!


Gone are the sirens and flashes of light


Gone are the helicopters, chopping noise through the muggy sky


Gone is the cell phone's fractured reception


Gone is the cluster of armored buses before a fortified city hall,

soon to be reclaimed by the breakdancers and para-para drones


Gone are the solitary cops, walking beneath the bridges like Victorian-era whores,

making you want to look but not be seen looking


Gone are the farrowed cops, a Baker's dozen in every neighborhood


Gone are the streets barricaded with your tax money


Gone are the trash bins sealed like dirty secrets


Gone is the fear of being stopped for being whitey on a bike


Gone, gone, because gone too are Condi and her seven friends.




On the turntable: Thelonious Monk, "The Complete Riverside Recordings"

On the nighttable: Edith Shiffert, "Kyoto Dwelling'

On the reel table: "Jean de Florette" ( Berri, 1986)

1 comment:

ted said...

I realize that I had originally written "Cordi" instead of "Condi."

Too much Buffy, I reckon...