Jacqui Watts

Go The Way of Democracy
 

It is time to go
  to the people
  to the polls
  the way of democracy
Time to make a mark
  speak our say
 
 
There is a window opening out onto the world
and we can pass
if we want
if we choose
  into a brave new day
 
 
Choices opening wide
Men debating their truths
  within the illuminated window
Only men
  half our people have lost their voice
  without opening our mouths.
 
 
Let us go
  the way of democracy
  the way of Uncle Sam
because it works so well over there
  God bless the sound bite
  the chad
  Mr. Personality God himself
 
 
Let us make free choices based
  on the empty words of men
  on the flickering of icons
in depthless windows
on backlit surfaces
on the skin of thought
  More voices lost
whose surfaces are not the shade
of men framed in the open window.
 
 
So many going without a whimper
  through doors and chimneys
  behind the light
illuminating our world
Maybe the wick in midnight’s glass
draws us forward
  to hear the whisper of the people
  the way of us I am
go
  to hell in a hand made basket
  the way of the world
  the way of democracy.
 

Jacqui Watts © 2010

Ellipsis

 

Moon light flows stiff like iced rain
I am bathing in the clarity of the circular moon
but where does it flow too
where does the flow end and the story begin
assuming there is a story
Is it about the moon in her icy stiffness
Is it just words in the blood singing without benefit
  of tune
Are the words living or just from life cut
a little piece, a slice, a molecule
Is it misguided to search for too much meaning
in all this untidiness
Is it so wrong to seek a sense of life
in the meaning of words as they flow
haltingly from their clarity
its complete, complacent roundness
We think fit to translate the man
to banality, cutting him free for simplicity’s sake
but applaud without slightest irony the obtuse
empty complex of an emperor’s latest threads
Pull them through, along, thawed round and round
Where does it take you into
the maze where a fat moon shines brightly
bathing its own crystalline clearness full circle
like empty starlight in the channelled wake
  of a thought
thin and hollowed in the iced rain

Jacqui Watts © 2010