can’t breathe 
I’m dying

the room is 
falling in on me

the light 
is going out

the bile is rising 
I’m gagging on

my own phlegm
I’m fucked and nobody

really gives a shit
but don’t worry about me

I voted for trump 
since he drove the shit 

out of Washington 
even tho’ it might

have saved me
and maybe you

better wake up
before rotten turns

to worse and brings
the whole house down

numbers climbing to horror
mexico shutting the border

against the passage of us 
what the fuck no blame there

we are a nation of wise ass
fools drowning in our own

backyard pools of arrogant shit
trump is a goddamned madman

polluting the country with lies and hatred
all serving his fascistic dreams

of finally ruining crippling killing
and getting revenge on the

new york aristocracy that 
laughed openly in his ridiculous

stupid slum scum lord face
who never imagined the criminal

joke that called himself the donald
could have ever breeched the ny line

and savaged the country
beyond all possible nightmares

ghost divisions blinking their
motley way to nowhere

crisply carving nothing
into the murderous stone

monuments to ease and 
glory when ease and murder

rode down the idea of truth
and crushed holy honor

into the blood soaked earth
for none other dim reason

than the crude crumpled 
defeat suffered by fools

upon horrific battlefields
now buried forever beneath

layer upon layer of lies 
and regret fueled by years

of tears now buried shallowly
beneath the fleas and rats

that drove the shoddy show 
into the marketplace of death

that the scandal of our time
may be blown wide open

that shards of dust and decay
floating in the quantum soup

may leave the clean surface 
and shudder open the fragmented

dark world gritting the poisoned hours 
and days way distant from the holy

diurnal voyage our ancestors
once reveled in upon a great time

and found splendor and love
beneath the canopy of the earth

of the dying day
fireflies dancing in

the growing dark
in the near distance

a deer’s solitary bark
suspecting we were

out and in some way
angrily resenting our

intrusion into her space
which does not surprise me

but we hold Finn leashed
the night dropping like

a rock onto the patio
and we hold yet longer

now the rustling in the woods
confidence growing

finally makes a move
a lovely doe dances out

of the east stamps and stands
gives us the once then the

twice over and struts off 
to the garden where for her

there is nothing but lovely 
scent but not a whiff of a chance

to clear our ten foot fence
guarding the treasure of the

garden which will bring us
life for the coming year

stepped through broken 
glass and steel shards

until finally blurred with 
blank crippled eyes choking

on sour rotted memories
drenched in the holy blood

of a thousand years of tears
drowning with gaping jaws

in the saddest of tides 
watching pilgrims march to

the savage edge of night
where blades are drawn

and shields are flashing
before the heavy horse

charge and level the field
leaving only the busted crust

of death and jumbled debris
where no new dawn may rise

where the earth tilts
out of pitch with the sky 

and the lovely warm air
dissolves into a deep cold 

where chaos will stifle 
the last gasp of breath

spinning and clumsy dancing 
now along a new and ruthless 

axis of fear and dread before 
the dawn of another broken night