George Bush had just finished his two minute address to the good, bad and ugly people of America last night when I wrote Poem For George. I try and write something, anything, just about every day and some days you do not have anything to write about except for politicians pissing you off. I guess some days I have Talk Radio Syndrome.
After I had finished the poem I looked at it for a minute and asked myself if I would have the guts to publish such a raw splatter of words if I was an American living in America. The Patriot Act is some evil motherfucking shit and I have to admit I am not sure I would be willing to publish what I really think in the Christian Fascist place America has become. But I am pretty sure I would have because Freedom of Speech has not yet been completely extinguished down there where the deer and the buffalo roam.
On the other hand, I may not have published the poem because I was already in jail or worse in a state whose Revolution and Promise has gone stale.