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Gluteus Maximus
“August rain, the best of summer gone, and the new
fall not yet born.”--Sylvia Plath.
I ask myself, am I an august person? The gnome on
my left shoulder says,”Damn rights you are. You have
always been impressive, and people do respect your
many talents.” But the gnome on my right shoulder
reminds me that I have never been really dignified.
Yes, I can be imposing, mercurial and outspoken,
a functional loose cannon, a bit of a muckraker,
but I fall short of being majestic, pompous, regal,
princely, or kingly; and only maybe I’ve had some
magnificent moments, or superb creativity.
He reminds me further than I have always been
blue collar, part of the Proletariat, not the fucking
Patricians.
Now the Donald does aspire to be august. Yes we
share a Gemini birthday, but on his best day he is
the canker sore, the butt fudge to my fairy dust,
compassion, and fair-mindedness. He dreams of
being Caesar Augustus, while I dream of being
Thomas Paine, or Spartacus leading the slave
rebellion against Rome.
Harvests in August
include potatoes, onions.
beets, kale and garlic.
Glenn Buttkus
Haibun
Posted over at d'Verse Poet's Pub
A lively contrast between yourself and the former president. I like the imagery of gnomes on your shoulder, and your identification with Sparticus.
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"No, I am Spartacus!")
Great write, Glenn!
I laughed aloud at the appropriate title for the sculpture! I wonder where he'd been keeping Melania. She's practically disappeared!!
ReplyDeleteIf you and the Donald share a star sign, well, that kind of indicates that astrology is not all it's cracked up to be! Lacerating as ever, Glenn.
ReplyDeleteThe gnomes on your shoulders know nothing. You know and that's just perfect.
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Happy you dropped by to read mine
Much❤love
Excellent Glenn, right solid in your groove! Thrash that arrogant bastard until he can’t stand up brother — rage on! Rage on my friend!
ReplyDeleteThis made me laugh out loud! I always side with the proletariat too! Piss off Trump 🤣
ReplyDeleteGlenn, you continue to let him get way too far under your skin!!!;it's funny though... good write. And that bust, and the name, omg!!
ReplyDeletePat
Trump is like Covid, I'm sick of both of them. Isn't there a hole they can both be dropped into a forgotten about? A black one, out in space somewhere?
ReplyDeleteThe juxtaposition of the prose and poem really landed with me, Glenn! (and -wow- you keep on coming back to Trump pretty often... he seems to have really affected your thinking.)
ReplyDeleteYours,
David
I like the ending verse especially. Let's eat!
ReplyDeleteVery funny. Perhaps you could lend him the gnome on your right shoulder?
ReplyDeleteWhen I look at the image you used I want to shoot it, aiming at its blubbery pouting lips. May he languish, wilt, and fall in the near future.
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