Imagined it all
somewhat different.
Rather, bold.
Magnificent.
Brightly lighted
mini marquees.
Macabre parades.
Acquiescing smiles.
Limp handshakes
from spineless autocrats.
Divine Prognostications.
Deferential treatment
by those conspiring
to have me killed
in a grizzly manner
meant to look like
a pointless suicide.
It would be raining.
And the cats
would be cranky.
Weather pushing me
southbound.