Poetry Jam -

I don't usually write political poetry -- then again for the last couple of years I haven't written poetry at all.  But Nan's bicycles in the snow was so absurd it reminded me of politics, so here's what spun out.  Combining snow metaphors and bicycle metaphors together was pretty absurd -- it was probably the absurdity that reminded me of politics. 

Vote a Straight Snow Peddler Party Ticket!

The next race is on and we don't intend
to let  you ruin the world this time
with your new trick Huffys.

We're coming after you with a winter campaign
of strong legs, deep pockets, and Schwinns.
Our talking points are taped to the fronts of our baskets.
Our feet move in fast circles, we change gears on a dime,
and we peddle the truth from door to door.

Let the pelotons clash.  Go ahead and throw
your meaningless sound-byte snowballs.
The world wants change and we carry the blizzard of truth.
Truth that drifts around every poll.
Slippery truth that has no traction.
Slushy truth that bogs down every moving thing,
Schwinns and Huffys alike.

It matters not if we are snowed as well,
for we will succeed in freezing the wheels
for another four years...

and we will call this rolling frame
encased in ice: "Change."