Palin Fence
November 22nd, 2009By Giggles Anderson
I’m staring at Palmetto Bay.
If I squint,
I can see Russia
from here.
By Giggles Anderson
I’m staring at Palmetto Bay.
If I squint,
I can see Russia
from here.
By Giggles Anderson
At 18:40, Homestead humbled.
A fitting tribute. A somber retreat.
Headlights beamed Hope into Darkness.
We looked to the Sky. We remembered.
We remember.
By Giggles Anderson
Morning Sunshine.
Get cracking on that great day of yours.
Can’t find the joy string?
try thatta way —>
By Giggles Anderson
Want to change your life?
Change your shoes.
By Giggles Anderson
Clerks of Courts?
Clerks of Course.
Forever changing the landscape of American jurisprudence,
one file at a time.
By Giggles Anderson
Who said frock is a four-lettered word?
By Giggles Anderson
Tallahassee hills.
Dreams turn into daily Truth.
Devil. Shoestring. Luck.
By Giggles Anderson
Stuck in the car without a Samsung adapter,
or the will to remain trapped in a City,
overrun with lost tourists, on furlough
from debtor’s prison.
No escape.
Chevy can’t a Ford it.
Who is pissing on whose lease agreement now?
The creditors are still going directly to voicemail,
but the voicemail is sunning itself in the Keys.
Mojito is one hand.
Marinated cock in the other.
Arroz cons pollo and shows up without Black beans in tow.
Icy Jupina never tasted so good.
Roads slow as dial-up.
We need Palin to sell our bridges to nowhere
and feed the formerly middle-class Children living beneath.
Is there abuse, abandonment or neglect,
where a single parent sells his car to pay
his daughter’s private school tuition?
For a few months of her life,
her mind matters more than her body.
What a kind Father.
Ra smiles on his back as he walks five miles to work.
The paychecks are late, like those scary three months after Prom.
Empty tuna cans float beside low carb people packed in SoBe water.
Loan sharks smell Charlie’s blood from the budget cuts.
90 miles away–
No Brothers to the Rescue.
As residents drown in Olympic-sized pools of foreclosure notices,
Another immigrant reaches past the Master’s Card for a Visa.
Nine more Haitians drown– drinking the salty tears of the Atlantic.
All the cherry Lifesavers, stolen by the Developers.
The dog ate my stimulus check.
By Giggles Anderson
If President
is the new Black,
then
Facebook
is the new Crack.
Smart Phone?
Smart Drug.
By Giggles Anderson
And no, I don’t know what that is.
I spend most of that time being
mortified and confused at what
I’m witnessing
in the lives of the
general population.