Political sex-appeal

there is this silence
full of heavy breathing
desperate expectations
people staring
towards the stage
something is entering
a perfect image
indefinable atmosphere
and then his voice
is cutting the air
into pieces of hope
about a better world

and standing in front
of the real audience
he´ s presenting
a convincing speech
there is a need
to adapt or conform
we´ re all schizophrenic
we just have to listen
and look thoughtful
to our world

affectionate as a child
promiscuous as a whore
idealistic as a violist
and sharp and clear
as only a leader can be
he´ s brushing aside
dirty remnants of doubts
guiding us towards
the day after tomorrow
and making us aware
about last resources
we have to share

feeding the media beast
with perfect icons
like a chameleon
playing with his reputation
able to fit in
every constellation
moving back and forth
right wings and left wings
embracing his humanity
a last waltz with the public
some very last words

again this silence
and like meditation
clapping hands
charging the space



This poem was inspirated by an art project of Nir Nadler, creating a political personage of himself as Norbert Nadler. Meanwhile I would call the poem "Obama" or maybe even "political wet dream".