I open the window,
just a crack.
I’m taken aback by what I see:
A group of kids at TARGET in a flash mob,
A group of kids mangled from a bomb job,
All I know is the window lies and shocks.
***
I open the window a little more,
I see a whore talking about TRUMP on TV,
A miserable spectacle of folks wearing patches,
all in honor of an ORANGE PRINCE,
and his traveling partner: Randall Flag,
and still the window seems like a gag.
***
I could not stay away more than a night,
the window closed and nothing to “see”,
but it beckons as all great street performers do,
to play 3 card monte or guess the beans,
and unseen forces move the show,
so I open the window once more,
to be shocked and lied to,
you know the score.