The Year That Nader Ran
One person stopped speaking to me
And many others started
Despite this,
The sense that I had, in my life,
Crawled to the edge of something good
Was tangible
Was that the year?
That is, the year that Nader ran?
NASDAQ descended like a zipper
And a spurting of tickertape jism
Issued in swirls of shredded speculation
Startups expired in a sour flatulence
Shares deflating like rotten Jack O'Lanterns
Microsoft Word got a little bit worse
But something was waking up
And it felt like the public
The year Ralph Nader ran
It felt like participation
A disruption of stagnance
A current, a breeze,
A sealed window cracked open
A billion voters who had been holding their breath
Since 1980
Suddenly exhaled a cool perfume of fresh ideas
The year that Nader ran for president
People spoke to each other on the street
And "corporate" changed definition slowly
Like an autumn leaf
Gathering color and detail
Brand names spoke volumes
Every corporate logo became
A transparent window
Framing a portrait of suffering
The year that Nader ran
Protesters halted the meetings
Of the WTO
And the IMF
The year Nader ran
Between the newspapers' lines
About "violent" protesters "clashing with police"
The truth leaked out
In flashes of vocabulary
USA Today readers had never
Encountered before: "Democracy"
"Sweatshop" "Self-Determination"
The year that Nader ran for president
Bill Clinton was careful not to bomb or fuck anyone
Bush Jr. did a line and promised to drill for oil in the Alaska Forest
Reserve
The wax in Al Gore's face melted beneath the halogens
Tim Johnson snorted a line off a red white and blue dildo
Dick Winkel yanked his wanker
Rudy Guiliani had an unsuccessful operation
To implant a human heart in his chest
Police everywhere raped the poor with nightsticks
Mayor Schweighart smoked in the nonsmoking city building
But nobody completed a single sentence
Except Ralph
The year he ran for president
And even Bush supporters wondered:
Who was this man who was so dangerous
That he would not be permitted to sit
In the audience during the debates?
Was the mighty Bush family not
powerful enough to defend itself
Against this polite, professorial sexagenarian?
They wondered whether he was
Osama Bin Laden
The year Ralph ran
We were pulling for the man
In Urbana
Where a thousand anonymous carers
Grew bumperstickers and signs
A sudden flourish of green in autumn
Nads for Prez
Because Ralph was the sort
Of guy who, when he gave a speech,
You could listen to
We thought he should be nationally televised
Like Bush, because no amount of financial backing
Can buy a man grammar
By which I mean the courage
To complete a thought
To speak as though there is someone listening
And what Nader had to say, no less than
To share the world with its people
Windows users suddenly bought G4s
Michael Moore had a show on Bravo
And every songwriter released new MP3's
Like computer viruses
That was the year
The year Nads ran
Y2K
After the breakdown of society
We're so glad he won