It’s not only names of presidents you have to relearn,
give or take some new ones.
It’s SUV, Microsoft, Walmart, American Idol.
There’s probably no word for reality t.v.
in your native tongue.
And wars have moved across the map.
We hate other people now.
It’s not enough for you to hug,
you must buy, you must support.
It’s not a case of reimaging your old life.
You have to hunker down at the sushi bar,
swap auteur theory with the college crowd
Luckily, it’s politics as usual
and California has not sunk into the sea,
but the wool still dangles over the eyes
and many are the hands that pulled it there.
Yes, there’s still solitude to be had in oceans
and slow hikes atop mountain ranges.
And sex, as far as can be ascertained,
is still in the public domain.
But God’s been kidnapped
and the ransom note will get here
as soon as those hijackers can find
someone who can spell.
In the meantime,
religion is for sale on eBay.
The highest bid so far
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John Grey is an Australian born poet, US resident since late seventies. Works as financial systems analyst. Recently published in Xavier Review, White Wall Review and Writer’s Bloc with work upcoming in Poem, Prism International and the Cider Press Review. John Grey has been published recently in The Talking River, South Carolina Review and Karamu with work upcoming in Prism International, Poem and The Evansville Review. His other contributions to Dr. Hurley’s Snake-Oil Cure can be found here.