Political poetry is an oxymoron.
Poetry has meaning, often at many levels.
Politics, today, is just mean,
at every level.

Reaching my 150th “poem� in this series
has stalled this almost 75-year-old mind, so I’ll
spend a week at the Iowa Writer’s Conference
for inspiration and lubrication.

I feel a little guilty, but then I think,
Congress will be gone for weeks, and Bush,
who knows where he and Karl will go
to plot a Valerie Plame exit strategy.

No one will miss me.

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