[Newspoetry] Vote Patters Pad Ballot Box Blues: A Possible Perfect NewsPoetic Year

[Donald L Emerick]

The Possibility of A Perfect NewsPoetic Year

Random selection of a newspoem to show,
from previous years, while entirely objective,
<for what is more objective than randomness
when not a bias of methodology or theory?>
lacks the scintillation of a tasteful intervention,
whose scent we might accent in some assent,
that might be artfully, if we are clever enough,
reproduced by randomness, once in awhile,
happens too rarely to suit my jaded tastes.

But, how do you preserve objectiveness
if you let editors alone, or any small clique
of them and their friends, all clicking away,
clicking like dung beetles eating their mice,
scarabs <Scare Arabs?> dine carte blanche,
eating their mouse served on its red-hot pad,
ala morose mousse for more forlorn moose,
the Great Northern One from FrostByte Falls,
decide among themselves which reappears?

Life-deforms its matrix of a cross-word puzzle.
wry hints written for words that do not exist,
rye hints of whiskey as hops nurse-drink beer,
leftist analogy to intermediary for a rightwing,
random walking of words out of sample texts,
drawing without refills or other replacements,
reinforcements for a gang-bang-bang repetition;
oily essentials articulate recognition in refineries:
Ah, so, that is where all crossed-over words go.

The case so presented, and not demonstrated,
for it had nothing objective to protest or contest,
except to suggest its hints of some moot election
among newspoems of cross-sectional same dates,
Said a perfect year would show the best NewsPoetry
for that Date in History, as NewsPoetry has ended,
now lends itself to judgment finality, if not propriety,
for nothing matters less than that we be right, here,
as long as active voting by arbitrary electors occurs.

Thanks for listening,
thanks for voting,
vote all you want,
vote all you need,
a vote for every occasion is a vote for none, too,
and we promise never to stop,
never to cease nor to desist,
from counting your ballots,
while ignoring your bullshit bullets
wrapping their droppings in brown paper bulletins;
hanging chads of all nations are accepted here,
as legal tender, legal because tender,
for only unlawful are toughs and brutes
who are too mean to mint vote,
though they are meant to vote, too,
to vote, that is, and not to decide,
by force, to take away the ballot
or its abstract and eternal counting,
counting noses on fingers and toes(es),
and whiskers don kittens: holy Moses!
Donald L Emerick
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