Its knot awe
A bout winning
Partisan bickering
Aisle let go
Out come
The largesse hope
Becoming passable
This poem is about movement politics compared to electoral politics. Electoral politics is defined by the ballot box. The ballot box in the United States is the least accessible of any western democracy. We do not have universal voter registration. We have a gauntlet of barriers winnowing out registered voters. This is all undergirded by widespread political illiteracy. The typical American neither knows nor cares about voter ignorance or apathy. Though in the the daze after the election they may complain about whichever one won: ignorance or apathy. Less than half of the eligible votes in America are even cast, so at best a plurality of a fraction of the electorate are deciding elections. This fate is worsened by the reality that a few power elites select the even fewer candidates in which to throw our ballot. 
If compromise is the art of politics, then the United States has the most artful democracy in the so-called free world. Voting is essentially responding to the question: Who will I consent to govern over me? I strongly suspect that non-voting is less a manifestation of being in liberty than endemic electile dysfunction. In America, democracy is damned if you do, dammed if you don’t! The bickering partisan, as a rule, wins. 
Movement politics is the larger politics that changes the winds in the rigged sale of democracy. Movement politics is our best hope for see change. Weather it’s the Black Lives Matter movement, the queer equality movement, or the peace movement, such movements open up new possibilities, not merely passabilities. There is a slew of slick proposals for every won that can carry us across the threshold. While electoral politics is bettor characterized buy having having their pants down, movement politics is bottom up, shooting for the moon that professional politicians only shake their heads at. In a hurricane of parties of NO, top-down politics wants US to exchange our liberty for some shiny beads around our neck. 
Movement politics is about gloriously saying YES, nonetheless, being very choosy about who or what consenting to. The largesse hope that movement politics taps into reflects the highest form of consent. And with respect to movement politics we can inaugurate healthy political relationships, not merely beholden or hopelessly screwy.
