The poet is upset tonight. He heard the news
Spun in national story after national story. The elites are turning the screws.
As a child, he rooted for the Minnesota Vikings. He ate
Headlines. When he saw the news anchor and the broadcaster were the same, it was too late.
He wore a sports jersey ironically for years.
He found addictions. All that was legitimate came apart in recriminations and tears.
He doesn’t say much. He doesn’t love a lot anymore.
He sees the futility. Oh the energy and the difficulty of the stores.
He does recall ancient fields. Her unraveling kiss.
And he takes infinite comfort from this:
All those involved in the fake news scam are dead.
Before you judge his demeanor, he should be read;
The poems which came from his mouth in song
Live forever, and correct all wrong.