Saturday, January 14, 2017

Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Trumpbird

Among thirteen greasy candidates
The only thing polling well
Were the numbers of the trumpbird

I was of three minds
Like a podium
Where the trumpbird speaks three times.

The trumpbird raged in the political climate
It was a large part of the disease.

A man and a woman are one.
A man and a rapist and a trumpbird
Are one.

I do not know which to prefer,
The babbling of pundits
Or the beauty of innuendos about emails,
The trumpbird bellowing
Or just after.

Images filled the TV screen
With vacuous words.
The shadow of the trumpbird
Crossed it, to and fro.
The mood
Traced in the lights
An incomprehensible platform.

O dim men of NatRev
Why do you imagine serious candidates?
Do you not see how the trumpbird
Grabs the pussies
Of the women about you?

I know xenophobic babbling
And lurid, unbelievable claims;
And I know, too,
That the trumpbird is the source
Of what I know.

When the trumpbird was elected,
It marked the end
Of one of many countries.

At the sight of trumpbirds
Governing in a corrupt haze,
Even the fans of non-voting
Would cry out sharply.

He rode over America
In a glass coach.
Once, a fear pierced him,
In that he mistook
The sounds of a Klan rally
for trumpbirds.

The bombs are falling.
The trumpbird must be tweeting.

It was evening all afternoon.
It was sucking
And it was going to suck.
The trumpbird sat
In the seat of power.



Anonymous Anonymous pontificated to the effect that...

I heard two workers say,
"This chaos will soon be ended."
This chaos will not be ended...


9:19 PM  
Blogger GeoX, one of the GeoX boys. pontificated to the effect that...

Ha! Yup. I'll bet they both voted for him too, dammit.

10:03 PM  

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