The power we promised / But can’t deliver
Category: Donald Trump
Thank you, Numbers. Thank you.
So, have a good life. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
It’s easy to rise on the called-for occasion…
beware of dog
signs don’t help.
Still. Way. Too. Many. Limits.
White. European. Straight. Cisgendered. Wealthy. Males. For them – the sky’s the limit.
can’t we all just get along?
There once was a day they stormed Congress.
we might’s well drink the brew.
measure the passing of our existence
If only Coleridge had given Okeonos to that Mariner of olden days…
it happens to everyone…
He worked hard to look strong
policy lures some
Social Media Diplomacy
We yell from both sides of the room
~ and only hear what echoes back
~ a world that’s only white or black
graphs mean nothing now.
I need you to see some flesh on the jagged bones of the life themes I’ve expressed in my poetry.
“we only want you”
this poem becomes a witch’s brew
Reality is a harsh mistress.
She seems straight-up at first
but then she throws a curve
and a sharp angle. Downward.
With eyes of ping pong balls puppets are blind to the distress of the defenseless
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