Bond

Sean Connery hit big across the pond
where Yankees just don't care what he was not.
Sir Ian Fleming wrote an English Bond
but Hollywood went gaga for a Scot.
Forever faithful to  his highland roots
most films he headlined made a lot of bank.
Sean's weirdly fabulous in thigh-high boots
though critics--wrongly--brayed that Zardoz stank.
Sans anabolics, Mr. Universe
got his big break through sweat and lifting weights.
A world before the steroids' bulbous curse
is hard for younger fans to contemplate.

Sean's gone; he's done his Queen proud in the fray,
and Scotland's poised to exit the UK.

Free at last! III

ten thousand years since glaciers cleft its face
the granite of Yosemite's pristine.
No longer slogging up at Harding's pace, 
this generation likes its climbing clean.
Lynn Hill debuted the new way on the Nose
although deplorables still lean on aid.
Each year, a new "impossible line" goes
and--incrementally--progress gets made.
Now Alex went free-solo up el-Cap;
vicariously, millions share his win.
Between us and young Honnold yawns a gap
meticulously filmed by Jimmy Chin.
Sang-froid! Just skills and chalk and shoes and wall
as we suppress the prospect of a fall

second time as farce

With passing time, it's clear that Donald's dim
but trusts that we won't notice what he can't
so confidant the rules are not for him
but if we balk, he'll bluster, lie, and rant.
His fans evince no interest in news
nor  that the healthcare plan he backs is mean.
They're tired of oratory from Ted Cruz,
but now, he drove his golfcart on the green!
Is nothing sacred? Can't he show some class?
Some immigrant must seed and groom his track.
Another Dangerfield's the braying ass
as Washington's remaking Caddyshack.
A tragic hero must soar high to fall
but Trump's the basest jackass yet of all

brat

campaigning's great but what's up with this gig?
a government's a dreary thing to run
the ClownCar kept it live, and loud and big
but signing Bannon's Orders' not much fun
it seemed the greatest, shiniest brass ring
as he was raised on versions films portray
a glitzy sort of nuclear-armed king
whose enemies get whacked by Michael Bay
now Donald's bored,  and wants another toy
let Bannon run the office day to day
this petulant, uncultured preppie boy
can hear his tee-time calling him to play
if Congress were to finally show some sense
we'd gladly trade this fool in for mere Pence

allegory

one wicked witch is most sincerely dead
at once the fight is joined to claim her shoes
that twister dropped a farm-house on her head
in settlement for her life's karmic dues
toute-suite her sister-monster must arise
as sure as Reagan's succeeded by Bush
to give away what he can't privatize
to pauper many but make his life cush
an allegory about FDR
and arcane monetary policy
invites interpretations near and far
by those who'll see what they prefer to see
to fill in what's left vacant on the page
invites midrashim from both fool and sage