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The Grand Old Party by S.A. Griffin

Posted in S.A. Griffin with tags on September 24, 2018 by Scot

 

the Star Spangled Banner is playing so loudly
that nobody at the party can hear Lady Liberty’s muffled screams
coming from inside the Lincoln Bedroom

flat on her back Liberty is doing all that she can to fend off
an unsteady Trump Daddy drunk with power

he has an executive hand over her mouth
while his other fat fingers climb up her garments
desperately attempting to find their way past her port of entry
and into her sunset gates, “C’mon, Liberty baby –
lemme smack that sweet huddled ass of yours
yearning to breathe free. You know you want it!”

the Donald’s aerodynamic pomp quacks and achieves liftoff
cutting manic shadows into the bedroom walls as he
smashes his tiny Trump thing into Liberty’s weakening flesh

Uncle Sam is catching all the action standing sentry
behind home plate in front of the locked door
the old wizened white beard waving his hot dog wildly about
shouting, “Uncle Sam wants you to play ball!”

outside in the Rose Garden
Congress is making hay with the gerrymandered vote
holding hands kumbaya like for the cameras
singing Citizens United and it feels so good

Emma Lazarus rises from the grave on the shoulders of
uncountable millions upon millions of wounded women roaring
ME TOO across the crowded centuries

President Great Again deaf to their declaration
continues ripping away at Lady Liberty’s tattered gown

the ghost of Emma Lazarus
breaks down the door of the Lincoln Bedroom
shattering the supreme darkness
as the colossus of angry women comes rushing in behind her

they will not be denied

it’s the Donald’s Waterloo

not even Putin can save him

______________

9/23/18

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The Streets of Los Angeles : Election Night 2016 by S.A. Griffin

Posted in S.A. Griffin with tags , on November 20, 2016 by Scot

 

here, tonight
in this, the 2nd largest city in America
a strange peace rocks these urban canyons

there are no magnificent fireworks
to scratch the sky with celebration
no uplifting fanfare to name our
revolutionary spirit

no heroic confetti to rain down
on some grand parade marching
beneath the triumphant arch of this
uneasy hallelujah

where headlines hang in the balance
of an odd detente

and an unfathomable fog swallows us all

as we emerge from opposite ends of history
asking ourselves red, white or blue
who are you America?

Who are we now?

November 8, 2016

A Poem for F.N. Wright by S.A. Griffin

Posted in S.A. Griffin with tags , , , , on March 18, 2012 by Scot

Fred Blows Out The Sun’s Electric Candles

for F.N. Wright, 1940-2012

and makes an infinite wish to celebrate the
happy birthday of everything

trout fishing with Brautigan
along the shores of golden eternity
somewhere beyond the cartoon apocalypse
of this whorehouse sadness

inside some tropic of light

Kenneth and your beloved Miriam
to catch you in their nets of love and language
and you are here
always

the crickets playing your song
fuck fuck fucking
as we all sing along

ride free Fred, rest easy
the war is over
The Lady’s loving kisses
(with roses in her hair)
to bring you home again

S.A. Griffin

3/16/2012

–Pictures courtesy of S.A. Griffin