(or: Eliot Spitzer We Hardly Knew Ye)
by Dale Goodson
how is it ours tanked
and California’s still lives
heavy bearded man of stiff wind and swift sword
undone by carnal drawstring
I drooped
I sagged
I thumbed the remote
off, damned spot
bummer
like ‘72
and the suede jacket I left on the hood of the car
in the rain
thing
sad then
sad now
but doin better
than Eliot and Silda
Dale Goodson is a writer from Seattle currently living in New York City and working as a homeless outreach worker in Times Square.
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