"Focus on a Glass Green Tea Bottle," a poem

No voices

In the clearing comes

no genius forward

for that glimmering Pullitzer

and here we slouch,

discuss the subjects of lies and smooth rhetoric

they call it politics,

and oh the joy it gives!

With this cold bottle

atop the desk

Wishing to toast

to something so dreadful

and then to this drink

I give a beautiful,

a beautiful thought

and then no more.