You get an impression
we’re close to elections,
the air’s too thick to breathe,
fragrant with scent of
promises meant
to manage another reprieve.
Seeking percentages
chasing the vestiges
of populist heady esteem
and falling too short
of assurances sought –
voters awake from a dream.
Touting the messages
political massages
dishonest in earnest appeal
sounding like confidence
but really inconsequence
ostensibly just so surreal.
© 2 October 2007, I. D. Carswell
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