Marlow’s Coastal Empire

Neither’s a good person or combatant but each managed to get into the 2016 show

brutal non-stop, side street fighting

Darkened voter minds too far apart to bridge they are picking on each other’s biggest and

meanest friends both wing and catch shots to the screams of their red and blue faced

supporters bystanders and the republic take some lovely thrashings almost daily

“Yo?” each asked me in turn one black night “we want you, your vote”

“I can’t”

“Can’t why?”

“I got something to do . . . .”

“Well, okay then.”

The next day and then two days later another leak a set up a blast from the past

candidates unflinched their loved ones hurt

I move to a place where I can’t be reached then change stools at the bar waiting for the election

night moon to change into the next day sun

something or other new might come

Waiting for Bo-Peep’s lost sheep delivery candidates will never find them

chickens will come home to roost crapping their tails off behind them

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