Elections

Elections yield

idiosyncratic bloodthirsty gods, demons, lemons, liars, and fleas

full of prayers

that most are just tricks in twists and turns

of emptiness

that only aim to veil the roughness of these roughnecks

who are full of vagueness and vanities;

The real vampires,

plunged, swimming and sinking in stinking Politics swarmed with fanatics, irks

and licks, and deceits, and idioms, and schisms, and dreams, and victims

  

and

Isms

said from wide wild mouths,

ironically by these crooks of looks and books, but of deaf ears,

buoyed by juju and

self-seeking self-seekers and bootlickers, and

the rest, trampling down

the colors of truth, an

anxieties and anger

–ticking time

                 

and

sudden overnight gods