Coyote Steals The    2000 Presidential Election  
                    
                COYOTE    IN PALM BEACH  
                  
                Coyote    stared at the bubbles  
                  rising from his martini.  
                  He started walking on a  
                  trail from there 
                  
                until he walked into  
                  the polling station,  
                  thinking it was  
                  a whorehouse.  
                  
                Suddenly    in need of a toilet,  
                  he entered a voting booth,  
                  pulled down his pants,  
                  and did his business.  
                  
                Coyote    burned a stick of incense  
                  made from a piece of old shoelace,  
                  thinking it would hide the stink.  
                  
                Many    ballots became soiled  
                  by Coyote wiping his shit  
                  over everything.  
                  
                The    voting officials became furious.  
                  Soon, angry mobs stormed  
                  the election headquarters.  
                  
                Outside,    Coyote took off  
                  his asshole & threw it down  
                  the sewer to clean it off.  
                  
                When    his asshole floated away  
                  He chased it all the way  
                  to the sea.  
                     
                 
                  COYOTE STOPS THE RECOUNT  
                  
                Chased    by party bigwigs,  
                  cops & extremists,  
                  Coyote seduced a woman  
                  he'd seen on tv.  
                  
                With    his picture flashed  
                  across the state of Florida  
                  Coyote looked good in lipstick  
                  & a tight red dress.  
                  
                One    fat cat politico  
                  shoved a piece of paper  
                  into his hand & said  
                  read this.  
                  
                Still hungover, Coyote  
                  said, "I have deliberated  
                  carefully & made my decision  
                  not to certify any hand recounts."  
                     
                     
                COYOTE    ON THE ROAD TO TALLAHASSEE  
                  
                Tired    of garbage  
                  he was eating out  
                  of a Miami    dumpster  
                  behind the mayor's office  
                  
                Coyote    headed north—  
                  a long, slim, & sorry  
                  looking skeleton—  
                  following the orange  
                  groves to Tallahassee.  
                  
                While    the driver  
                  of the yellow rental truck  
                  was taking a piss at a rest area  
                  he hijacked the uncounted votes  
                  from the 2000 presidential election.  
                  
                No    helicopter tv camera  
                  hovering overhead saw him  
                  suck himself until he came,  
                  until he finished with himself.  
                  
                "No    one will ever  
                  make me their news,"  
                  said Coyote.  
                     
                 
                  COYOTE IN THE U.S.    SUPREME COURT  
                     
                Coyote    stumbled into the  
                  U.S. Supreme Court  
                  thinking it was a  
                  discount liquor store.  
                  
                While    the chief justice  
                  was reading through  
                  the next case  
                  Coyote stole his robe.  
                  
                When    his right arm saw  
                  his left arm sticking out  
                  of the robe one turned  
                  upon the other.  
                  
                Before    long his arms  
                  were cut & bleeding from  
                  their vicious fight. 
                  
                "Why    have I done this?"  
                  asked Coyote to himself.  
                  "Why have I made  
                  myself suffer?"  
                     
                     
                COYOTE    FALLS ASLEEP ON THE BENCH  
                  
                Coyote    fell asleep on the bench  
                  as Mr. Tribe asked Justice Kennedy  
                  "Why tell people the count  
                  if you won't count it? . . .  
                  
                that truly would be a promise  
                  to the ear to be broken by hope."  
                  
                In    Coyote's dream he had  
                  come upon the carcass of  
                  the chief of the eagles  
                  & was eating its guts.  
                  
                He    farted so loud he woke himself.  
                  "Everything's too easy," he shouted,  
                  
                thinking he was at the    conference  
                  where it is decided when the  
                  seasons should take place.  
                  
                Pretty    soon Coyote felt  
                  a cold chill go through his head.  
                  Then he touched his head.  
                  
                "Oh,"    said Coyote, "it's my own  
                  brains I've been eating."  
                    
                  
                  COYOTE IN LEON COUNTY  
                  
                "A    voter in a county where a  
                  manual count was conducted  
                  would benefit from having a  
                  better chance of having his or her  
                  vote counted than a voter in a county  
                  where a hand count was halted."  
                  
                —Judge    Sanders Sauls  
                  [rejecting a recount vote]  
                  
                Coyote    was feeling lucky.  
                  He had just met a hooker &  
                  no sooner had he made her  
                  than she was pregnant.  
                  
                He    jumped on the hooker's stomach  
                  until the child came to life.  
                  "Now he's dead," said Coyote.  
                  "Where shall we bury him?"  
                  
                He    took him to the place  
                  where the gravestones move  
                  around.  
                  
                This    place was next to a basketball court.  
                  It was a winter's day & rattlesnakes  
                  lay coiled in the sun.  
                  
                Putting    dirt on his face,  
                  Coyote acted like a  
                  crazy man.  
                    
                  
                  COYOTE DISCOVERS RAT'S MARKED DECK OF  
                  CARDS MADE FROM SEMINOLE     COUNTY  
                  ABSENTEE BALLOTS APPLICATIONS  
                  
                Coyote    rolled his eyes down  
                the street & around the corner.  
                  Sure enough, there was Rat  
                  running off to a card game.  
                  
                Where    his eyes had been  
                  he put two shiny cockroaches.  
                  It is on account of things like this  
                  that people call him "foolish one."  
                  
                Blindly    he stumbled onto a road.  
                  Immediately, he was flattened  
                  by a motorcade.  
                  
                Lying    on his back when he came to,  
                  Coyote smelled fresh plums.  
                  He tied his scattered bones together &  
                  went off to find the trees they belonged to.  
                  
                When    he leapt for the plums  
                  he landed in a trash can  
                  where Rat was bragging  
                  about his winnings.  
                  
                Laughing,    he gave Coyote two plums  
                  which he devoured, never knowing  
                  they were his eyes.  
                  
                "If    toward evening," said Rat to Coyote,  
                  you see the sky red, you will know  
                  it is the plums causing it."  
                  
                After    that Coyote went to a hill  
                  that was not far off.  
                     
                  
                THE    DEATH SPIRIT VISITS COYOTE IN BUSH V. GORE  
                  
                Coyote    sat there listening to voices  
                  inside the Supreme Court making  
                  their decision in Bush v. Gore.  
                  
                "Why    are you crying?"  
                  asked the death spirit to Coyote.  
                  "When Mr. Klock called to the dead  
                  justice sitting on the bench," said Coyote,  
                  
                "he was seeing my wife who long ago  
                  became like a shadow  
                  on an overcast day."  
                  
                "You    were about to establish the practice  
                  of returning the people from death,"  
                  said the ghost.  
                  
                "Now    it won't happen.  
                  You made it this way."  
                  
                Coyote    decided to retrace his steps  
                  to shadowland, but he never  
                  found his way there again.  
                  
                All    night he walked around the tents  
                  pitched outside the courthouse,  
                  but in the morning, he heard  
                  only the sparrows.  
                     
                     
                COYOTE    ADDRESSES HIS EXCREMENT  
                  
                The    men called Coyote over.  
                  "Coyote," they said,  
                  "you are the biggest liar  
                  we've ever known."  
                  
                "You    are very good at it."  
                  "Teach us so we can be successful too."  
                  
                "I    had to pay a price for my power."  
                  "What did you pay?" they asked.  
                  
                "I    had to remove one of my legs,  
                  tie it to my back, then jump back  
                  & forth across this ravine."  
                  
                Right    away each man removed a leg,  
                  tied it to his back, approached the  
                  ravine, stumbled, & then fell  
                  to the bottom.  
                  
                The    fall killed the men & they  
                  floated down the river.  
                  
                After    a while, Coyote took a big shit,  
                  then turned around to speak  
                  to his excrement— 
                  
                "What's    happened?"  
                  "How did I get here?"  
                  
                "Up    there someone powerful killed you,"  
                  the excrement said.  
                  
                Coyote    went on his way.  
                     
                  
                7 November 2000 - 6 January 2001 
                  
                  
                [Published in Quien Sabe Mountain: Poems 1998-2004.  
                © 2004 by Jim Cohn.] 
                  
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