election night

her beauty kept hidden
down doorways half broken -
his ugliness showcased
for american smiles.
their calling was sewage
for the feast of st. stevens -
but talents left dormant
for want of applause.
my eyes were but open
for the taste of salvation -
left out of reach
in an ampule dream.
puddles of empty
splashed boots made for walking -
nancy sinatra
through chloroform eyes.
cobblestone nose rings
through the snowdrifts of winter -
bloodied and cleaved
watching leave it to beaver
on tablets of apple
on tablets of apple
on tablets of apple