Republican Rhapsody Poem by James McLain

Back and forth across the isle.
Charismatic smiles.
Smiling for her and for you, pinching my baby,
until she cries or dies.
To go back and forth,
without becoming a catholic, until.
Red eye closed,
purple drapes creating personal constitutions.
Hung heavy down below corporate jets.
The compass points to the feeble eye,
his wife smiles at me I go to the corner.
She cuts the grass,
as the bell hop sits by the pool.
What month is this read my lips but don't kiss.
As I have lost your memory.
Do you need a doctor, I don't.
Maybe if I shift so far right, that I now believe.
That cross and the cross where we are crossed.
And the smell of the rich,
and the passage of rights are proclaimed.
Behind closed doors is a room which is closed.
It smells and it does of tobacco and the cocktail with the stick.