Tuesday, August 19, 2025

Dean Okamura


As the world cracks


I took a minute 

to pretend that Trump is not president 

I had to find a safe place 

far from the news 

away from the streets 

the quieting place on a summer’s day 


bark bark bark 

the barking dog 

who feels abandoned 

whine and whimper 

the rising crescendo on a summer’s day 


clap clap clap 

wake up the deities 

chase away the military police 

smile after farting 

the escaping monkeys on a summer’s day 


back back back 

you’ve gone too far 

what good comes from frivolity 

idle moments of insanity 

the tempting Calypso on a summer’s day 


     stay stay stay 

     do not leave Ogygia 

     for the nightmares in America 

     they’re rigging the system 

     the plundering thieves on a summer’s day 


It took years 

but finally the gods intervened 

breaking spells — near and far 

by heroes joined by others 

like an arrow shot through 12 axe heads 

restore our cities in peace 


——

Calypso, in Homer’s Odyssey, is the sea nymph who keeps Odysseus, the long-absent ruler of Ithaca, on her island, Ogygia, for seven years. By then, his crew is gone, his ship destroyed, and he spends his days yearning for home, sitting on the shore and gazing toward Ithaca. The “arrow shot through 12 axe heads” refers to the trial of the bow, where Odysseus, finally returned in disguise, proves his identity by sending an arrow cleanly through the aligned sockets of twelve axes — an almost impossible feat symbolizing skill, resolve, and the right to reclaim his throne and the life that was taken from him. 






I see a truck

 

he must think 

he is taking 

a victory lap 

through neighborhood 

streets 


because 

his side 

has won 


which was never fair 

because the majority 

always 

kept control 


there is no point 

in seeking 

a diverse 

equal society 


they’re all 

white haired men 

driving flags 

with trucks 





under pressure

 

          And love dares you to care for 

          The people on the (People on streets) edge of night 

           — David Bowie and Freddie Mercury, “Under Pressure” (1981) 


make an appointment 

take a seat and just relax 

your heart is racing 

swerving through crooked pothole streets 

to join you and hold your hand 


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