In the Fresh Wet Wake of His Speech

Take a little time! –
reflect – allow sufficient
space to recollect –
don’t try to talk

about the nerve
while it’s still quivering!
A fuller portion
of the thing will come –

delivering within
a reasonable context,
far more wed to calm –
dispassionate

cool observation:
something useful, welcome,
closer to what one might plausibly
accept as truthful;

yet you persist in all this
youthful mess,
sopping wet with bliss –
a dope voluptuously

in the wrenching grip
of this strange agonizing kiss of hope –
and bawling out Niagara Falls
of tears. You! –

and your “sophisticated”
fifty-seven years.
Oh, mama.
Obama.




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