Mar-a-Lago

Mar-a-Lago

A Poem by Montag
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Mar-a-Lago



 

At Mar-a-Lago there are chandeliers

made of finest golden goldest gold

They add distinction and a touch of class

like the airbrush of a centerfold

The half-burnt candles and gleaming fixtures

hang motionless above the potions and elixirs

that congregate around the profit-reaping mind.


The owner stops in now and then

to hoots and whoops and nostalgic rebel yells

His knows the score, the price of fame

they know when to stand and bay, when to kneel and pray

that the truth be sent away

for it can be such an inconvenience

when airing out a well-earned grievance.


Does he know that he has sinned?

He knows only that the wind, the blustering wind

has been always set against him

as he wandered the fields of Iowan corn

or along the darkening, blood-lusted prairie

a figure from an imaginary

pulling a wagon, hectored by crows

burdened with secrets he assures us he knows

hoping to put on his medicine shows.

Never unsure, never uncertain

Dorothy saw him at a tug of the curtain

He is our Wizard, we are his Oz

all he asks in return is applause, everlasting applause

after that his intentions get hazy

it was also like that for Gatsby with Daisy.


If all things can happen but none can be true

we only discover what we already knew

and wander the land, the coarse arriviste

partly the fleecer, partly the fleeced

partly the image we see in a pool

dissolving away at the last, how cruel

that myth should end, to say there be a limit

that there be talk of plenty when there's one born every minute.

© 2024 Montag


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Added on June 10, 2021
Last Updated on December 5, 2024
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Montag
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Oakland, CA



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