over a sad oil
painting of the thorncrowned Jesus'
face
a charistmatic leader strode in
and painted space..
where had been darkness specific
there was now vastness pacific
a space of sunshine yellow and white
a painting of Abba: GOD AS LIGHT
Author's Notes/Comments:
based on a dream
that Bill Clinton
strode in and
took an oil painting
of the Crucifixion..
painting over it
in Easter pastels
My friend Jan dreamt
that she told Clinton
to get back on his horse
and run for governor
of New York
This poem is not an endorsement of the violence of the bombing
of Serbia, nor the federal
government's role in
causing violence
The writer had a dream
that she knocked on
Clinton's door and handed
him a birthday cake
which she herself would
not eat because it contained eggs
(http://www.eggcruelty.com). The metaphor
of needing to crack
eggs to make an omelet
is one of the violence
which seemed to accompany
US presidents in the past
& present. May it no longer.
This poem is not an endorsement of the violence of the bombing
of Serbia, nor the federal
government's role in
causing violence
Libertarians as well
as populists object
to the use of money
for harmful programs.
