Election

I have a horror
hangover:

a surfeit of tv dribbles
repeating;

the images and words
addictive

and numbing.

I must look away,
change the channel,

I switch to a story of plotted
murder where the killer
is named and blamed
and hunted and destroyed – and

it’s over!

When I can’t resist glancing again,
the crowds are still

raging in the streets.