resurrection alley
the bums become
President
of a nuclear wasteland
preaching from cardboard daises
“this is how it's gonna be, people”
quarters for bottles of wine
cigarettes
and a congress filled with bins
of stalemated bills—
run away from what you owe
it is time for a change
get off my corner
i’m panhandling here
we cannot all sleep under
the same old coat
the patches don't match
with what seams real.
erin-cilberto
5/16/22