The state of the union says a lot, nothing political

the oscars say very little, everything about it is political

to war?  to not war?   

it breezes through the plants, its on top of the little lamp posts sticking out of the tanbark, breathed into the lungs on the bikerides, the dog walking

that fresh silence, the music in the movie where the glances are lit up with darkness in the background

yeah, the people get their news from the comedians, then the comedians drop out in the end for activism, grassroots soaking up coffee loaded with cream and sugar

to lean left or to lean right? Does it really make a difference?  Really?  

my jacket sinks into my skin and my rear sinks into the chair, and the world stirs, whirlwind of expressions, whirlwind of expectation

the uncertainty in the air, there it is, and the answer is to sit back, relax, and watch the big fiasco commence