A Politician’s Wife


    For every public declare–a-rama

    There has to be a rehearsal drama

    A script to fight

    A man to knight



    Temple thoughts

    To double whammy

    Apt phrasey

    (whoops-a daisy)

    Catch wordy

    Fire targets

    To sink the mighty.


    When my husband gives out his smile

    He knows his turn and timing

    When he grows cold

    And almost bold

    It’s only to protect his lining

    No one should know

    When he does not-

    And if you want your climbing

    Get his man to sus it out

    Make your thoughts his dining.



    A politician’s wife

    The tricky life

    Shining through a whole day’s alphabet

    The language bites

    But Caesar’s right

    He needs it for his men

    To fight

    Calpurnia watches

    Through latches and catches

    To be his lady fair

    Care I a day

    Care you a night

    Integrity is rare.



    The politician grows

    His power shows

    He builds upon his tower

    Count his appearances

    His hours, his time

    Guilt hangs there like a flower.


    When my leader’s day is done

    He dreams of times to come

    Works and heirs

    Loves and cares


    Never fair

    Using minor encrusted sorcerer seers

    Epitaphs for his bier

    Caressed by zephyrs

    Embalmed by friends

    Never thought this could ever end

    All that rim and tuck

    Belch and fuck

    Suspicious of every duck

    Standing back to the wall

    And mindful of all the exits!



    The leader’s wife

    Cuts like a knife

    The cake of his pomposity

    I risk my all

    At this costume ball

    To be heard-

    By this man

    Tell me, is he ten feet tall?



    But I am talking of many things

    Harbinger clouds

    Rainy Kings


    Tempera tempura a mores

    Nonsense but


    Sura who can care a

    Might rule and share a

    My politician’s life

    Protected by its veil a

    An unspeakable trail a


    It’s invisible too

    Invisible You!

    Make a wanton dare a


    Come Ideas

    Come to me

    Come friends

    Care for me

    Come my cares

    Work for me

    Come my share

    And heaven’s snare

    Keep my body warm.



    And in the end

    God will send

    Caesar’s gift of divinity

    I will shirk

    All my quirks

    And display unnatural humility

    The Master’s curse

    Will turn out my purse

    To buy stones for my monument

    But when I’m dead and at the end

    Make sure you send

    My Caesar’s works to me

    Will say those stones

    His weary bones

    Can answer nary clones

    Their turn has come

    But I am gone

    To my Hall of Fame and Glory-

    But ignominious rout

    What helluva clout

    Was once mine

    To send