Diversion is an epidemic
and confidence howls in the mist
the storm sweeps away the swing vote
umbrage over the freeway
Like a sleepwalker at recess,
I strike the honeymoon
confidence with phytoplankton.
Millions of wetlands are five-starprosperity
mercury savors the sea.
What’s the story?
The metaphor of cardinals ‘
the blackout of bread and circuses
impress the polygraph
gold never lies but transitions
in portholes from sunken ships
buried in Bethlehem.
From the decanter, I drink
the hush and decompress
while waves wash over
broken bottle sea glass.
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