Poem #209 of 365

i cannot be a blonde-haired
ambassador
of intercultural goodwill,
running interference
between cooties from this
country and that.

i cannot be a blue-eyed fairy
godmother,
all bibbidy-bobbidy boo,
waving a wand over
stinky foreign policy dookie,
with dimples in her smile.

i cannot even be a lincoln log cabin
back-to-nature philosopher
whose writings bring
humility and moderation
to introspective consumers.

all i can, however, manage to muster,
in this equinox
of debate, debacle, and downfall,
is a robust optimism,
sundry hope, and
a one-way rant to the heart of hearts
within your body--
where i might make medicine
that revives your engine
so you can help me problem-solve
some solutions and
slow this meltdown way the fuck down.

copyright 2007 tammy melody gomez