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The lights went off, for long enough,
And in the darkness things got rough,
All four quarters gushing red—
Some bloody politician’s dead,
We liked him once, yes, very much,
And wanted to have four of such
But once the pill he pushed wore off
And life collapsed… well, things got rough.

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Alec Ream is a writer living in the Northern Neck of Virginia. His work has been printed in Decanto Poetry Magazine (West Sussex, UK) 2013-14, Western Viewpoints 2014 (Woodinville, Washington) and Poetic Images: the Great American West 2015 (Woodinville, Washington), The Society of Classical Poets Annual Journals 2015-19 (Mt Hope, New York), The Rocky Point Times 2016 (Puerto Peñasco, Mexico) and in several issues of The Lyric (Jericho, Vermont) 2015-18.  Currently, his work has gone to print in the Autumn Journal of The Writers Guild of Virginia, and his novel Canterbury 2020 is being edited for print in 2020 by High Tide Press in Deltaville, Virginia.  A member of the Demosthenian Literary Society at the University of Georgia, he deployed to Hawija, then wrote on Lookout Mountain, continuing to write, lecture and work for Delta Kappa Epsilon International. He prefers to note that he was first published reading to the pledge class of Michigan DKE, in Ann Arbor.

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2 Responses

  1. Daniel Kemper

    The red pill or the blue pill… Ha! Indeed, much of the trick of secular living is not living beyond when the pills wear off.

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  2. Alexander King Ream

    Daniel – my man! you hit the nail on the head. Thanks for the Early American transcendentalism. May Christ Jesus the Son of God be with you and yours in any lions’ den you may encounter. You don’t know it, but your comment passed me the basketball for this lay-up I wrote yesterday, to flank the above lines and rhyme. Note: Rhetoric Major here, from UGA in 1987.

    I minted sensibilities,
    While venting my soliloquies,
    And dreamed I’d keep my precious views,
    Seated in my party’s pews.

    I did not think the wind would shift,
    And blow my words across the rift,
    Fund my opponent’s purpose “vile,”
    From Whig to Tory, ‘cross the aisle.

    “My body my choice” has taken flight,
    Vexing vax bullies – from left to right.

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