i wrote this around the time of the last federal election...


Poll Boothing


It's a really big thumbprint
That squashes the ant of the public,
when the machine begins its roll
Down the path of influence.

Kissing a bebè is different to a fish
We cannot hook a baby, and then throw it back.
Cabinets should not engorge the public,
and then regurgitate onto the compost.

Strange character
If you don't draw attention,
you will not activate the radar
Punching a driver is not the same as lying low

If we do not say it, we can still mean it
All the subtext lurking under the speeches
The glitter and the glitz,
Like Broadway in Kirribilli
I bet even alumni would have the scum scooped from their pools.

At least I fell one short
To make the ambiguous ponder- bad, or worse
It's not as if there's much left to destroy-
In 216 we are already receding into rock.

So we're putting in orders, now, are we?
Bribery of sun-fruits- hot potato passed on
The padding will explode eventually,
and then your façade will fall.

At your feet, in a blaze of burnt money
If objects are waved around, in front of the nose,
expect them to boomerang immediately.

If this is democracy, I'd advise to do an ostrich.
You never know, there might be wonders underground.
If we are exposed, not all become immune-
viruses always find a way
To insert themselves in our lives.




Poetry by Caila Ihle
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Written on 2006-09-16 at 03:36

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