I wrote this poem during the last Trump administration, of which I work and pray will be the last Trump administration.
That Leader Ship
What if
Everybody
Did that
Wading among prophetless idles
Spinning their wills
Ennui go
But how
Too bored
That leader ship
Down with that
Holey bull work
Awe that is deafed
Too holed water
Unfit for see
Accept a peep hole down below
In the face
Of a tsunami of salty water
Tearing at all that might
Be lost
As if
Their only hope
Agape
Full of wholes
More than
Wee can
Bucket
Bank on sum drain trust
Or patch the hull we have unleashed
And in that baffling place
Where nothing for sail
We illicit a response ability
Like walking on water
When the masses are frozen
Out living unfathomable fates
Beyond a preyer
Turning lead into goaled
And still
Mything the point
Sum will
In cyst
On turning
Water into whine
And that shit floats
Atop a lesion of angles
Those incredulous pinheads
And pricks revealing
How pussy in the end
Be holdin’
Too cantankerous ooze and awws
At everything butt
The kitsch in sink
Only to be left behind
A slew of idle leagues
At the see bottom
