goat glands and political paints…

the brown bag prophet
said
we need some
pest control
seems to me
the president’s
midnight
tweets
are nothing more
than
splashing brightly colored paints
on the national house
to distract
the media
and
us
from the fact
that
political termites
are eating away
at
our democracy
most of what’s said
is
nothing more
than
the old classic cons
which
people
continue to
fall for
by the way
you wouldn’t possibly
need
a bridge
would you

bogus bounty of dreams…

terrorized tattooed ladies
tiptoed through
donald’s dreams
dancing daintily
across his nose
shaking
baskets of pollen
as if
salting
the earth
so
nothing
more
could grow
and
seeking revenge
for
all
women
treated as
caveman possessions
possessions
to be dragged
to the bedroom
where
more often
than not
nothing developed
thus
he awoke
alone
in a cold
feverish sweat
bed wet
nothing left to do
but
tweet

repeat performance…

thinking of arleen

i’m
so sorry
your
existence
has been
grossly
misrepresented
in
the media
that
prime time coverage
that
boosted
our ratings
about
deaths
in your neighborhood
have
shifted
to tweets
by
presidential candidates
in
the wee hours
of
the morning
indeed
babbling
about
bubble gum issues
but
that’s
what the public
wants
to hear
so
corporate decisions
of
profits
over
public responsibilities
had to be made
perhaps
you could
die
again