Tuesday, January 11, 2005

Poem for urban renewal

I've shuttled diplomacy 
so far 

it's come back to bite me 
left and right 

on the spectrum of distaste 
and bad taste 

(and Edison with his ear 
to the wrong side of the telegraph). 

Where's the inclusion they promised 
when things got bad? 

Whose plan did they follow 
that made things worse? 

 Their unitary plans 
were one with disaster, 

the rest of us out here listening to our futures 
drive by doing 60. 

 My advocate tells me to vacate 
I tell him to plan this -- 

shake my despair in his face 
til his teeth crumble (and his ediface falls away). 

They tell us pluralism is the answer 
as they speak in one voice -- 

money shaking the tree, 
monkeys falling. 

 And I say, 
who's planning now?

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