Stark light, bright muse,
somebody find me a stump!
Son, this one’s for you.
I am here
to rock the sun! dismantle the art
of pandering. You see, I never wanted a part
of such a soulless politic, which has everything to do
with playing it safe… So I did what I could, struck notes
of progress, in the form of amendments, onto larger
wayward Washington corporate packages, trimmed of anything
too disenfranchised, too independent – I wandered on
the other side
of the NO TRESPASSING sign, the side
that was made for you and me, the sky
of dreaming, through the trees, like a winding
down a hill – until, staring out, now;
unto a sea
faces, rainbowed and ragged,
gently swaying, he thinks man
I have cast some lonely votes,
fought some lonely fights, mounted
some lonely campaigns. But I do not
feel lonely now.