“De-booting (Fuck Trumpf!)” Let us renew and long replace What boots have stomped but cannot erase.
Tag Archives: poetry
“The Yellow Brick Roads Not Taken”
They say it’s the journey and not the destination. Hard to argue with that kinetic theory of life and our elusive search for happiness. And yet — to wax Zen — it seems the more complex the problem, the simpler the solution. In short, as Warren Zevon succinctly put it as he was dying ofContinue reading ““The Yellow Brick Roads Not Taken””
“Advance Directives (Eternal Bliss)”
There will come the day, On this I am resigned, When anyone who’s known us Themselves are lost to time It’s the run, alas, of all things As sand forsakes the stone The scattering of legacies In dust that once was bone When finally I’m bidden Forgive me one last crime Gobsmacking for the mournersContinue reading ““Advance Directives (Eternal Bliss)””
“Trump’s A-hole Conclave”
Since Trump offhandedly endorsed the notion of him becoming pope, I wanted to offer a few papal names that he might deserve: Pope Decadent X Pope Doucheus Amoralis III Pope Un-Innocent IV Pope Anus Equinus IX Pope Idiot Maximus Pope Irredeemable V Pope Judas Democratis II Pope Fuckface I I want to talk for aContinue reading ““Trump’s A-hole Conclave””
“My Apologies, Mr. Trump”
I reckon now that I’ve been wrong The White House is where Trump belongs It’s obvious, his vast appeal This master of the art of the deal Whenever there is trouble brewing He’ll save us all from rack and ruin I care not if he quotes “Mein Kampf” Providing he can drain the swamp! AndContinue reading ““My Apologies, Mr. Trump””
“Marilyn, My Marilyn”
“Marilyn, My Marilyn” There she lives inside this movie A misfit face up on the screen And her soft voice that I’m still hearing Alive and well, in mise-en-scène She’s standing tall before de Kooning Impossible to be erased With an arc so wild and swerving And lipstick in its perfect place But to theContinue reading ““Marilyn, My Marilyn””
“Mind Mapping”
“Mind Mapping” It’s a strange form Of synesthesia When you put on Mahler And smell Macronesia But the proper term Is paramnesia When you wake up at home And it feels like Rhodesia.
“The Sixth of January”
“The Sixth of January” (modeled on the English folk poem “The Fifth of November” that commemorates Guy Fawkes’ so-called “Gunpowder Treason” on Nov 5, 1605) Fix in your memory! The sixth of January, The Trump Tower Treason and plot; I know of no reason Why the Trump Tower Treason Should ever be forgot! Donald andContinue reading ““The Sixth of January””
Great Exudations 