Monday, March 10, 2008

GOVERNOR, OH MY GOVERNOR

(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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