HOWLING NADER

by Mitchel Cohen

I have seen the best candidates of my generation destroyed by incompetents, starving for votes hysterical naked,

dragging themselves through the gonadal streets at dawn looking for an angry voter,

electoral junkies transfixed on the ancient heavenly connection to the balloted dynamo in the machinery of polls

who desperate for matching funds tattered and hollow-eyed and high billeted in the supernatural darkness of FEC filings floating across the tops of White Houses contemplating Tuesday

A nation of Tuesdays under the El and saw Ralph Nader striding on tenement roofs towards them, illuminated,

who passed through universities with radiant cool eyes hallucinating November and the dogs of Gore ….

[my apologies to Allan, RIP]