unreal country trapped in reality show fever dream administrations,
a golden wall of stupid with no exits, escape lanes blocked,
even the glitz distractions come to fuckup.
cue the clowns, ghosts, frauds, miscreants and posers
all the dumb asses stormed the stage, they own this show about nothing
why bother reading books, “how do you turn them on?”
we can’t even do envelopes right,
can’t even read the names of winners from a card.
Out the window comes
a butterfly looking in:
No, it’s a dead leaf
crows squawk dive bombing
The hawk lands on treetop, then
leaves, chased towards sunshine
on damned thanksgiving
sing about dark times,
a day-three delirium tremens
dream come true,
this dark triad,
dim twit donald trump!
deaf to deep thunder,
we’ve deported truth
on downbound trains
dire thoughts sink
to deep trance:
i can’t digest this turkey.
The impressive idiot’s leg sleeps —
a bleached newspaper in his beefsteak hands,
its black iron stories like stripes, bars,
stone slab sad, death by thousand needles.
Enlarged shadows of jet planes cross him.
His dawdling boots float over the bench edge
like rusty buoys above a submerged city.