but it’s not happening yet, free for all
body stuck in a godforsaken rut,
and thinking (happily) of wall to wall
momentum—slow moving door to be shut
who’s that listening? Who’s that nasty [slut]
perk up your ears, partner, we’re in arrears,
translate that cabinet meeting (not his butt)
changing, too early in the day, to jeers
this crowd loves me: and I, too, love them;
what’s this senator ever done for me?
don’t know how, from this path, i stem
my hands are tied: this is [Trump] country
he’ll make us sweat when he sues the chief
did you just called me an Indian giver?
in the small hours of the night, the thief
makes his way from his swollen liver
and to the kitchen with its fluorescent light
this is the pattern that we navigate
turn up the blinds—seeing a dirty fight
worn out form crying (he’s a little late)
in the middle of the day: thinking of
the tsunami, friend, and how my breathing
turned up the sound. Chlorine would love
me when I do my best to suck air and sing
i thought i was really on to something:
just goes to show—the things we, now, mean
to say don’t match up with our prince charming
a man that wants to love beyond the screen
that, mercy me, shuts out the Caucasian—
oh, woe is me—the poor, pitiful, Caucasian!
Thinking, now, Shaeffer and I, face the nation
we’ll catch you up—you’re hardly any fun
attached, as I am, to your womanly ways
seeing you, lass, in your high-heeled shoes
stand up to power in his historical haze
completely comfortable without a bruise
I relive the adventure from the night before
leaving town on a rocket; [crazy] back then,
run down to the quick; reduced to a foil,
don’t know what happens: a man among men
I hear what you’re saying: spewing what
He never expected anybody to say:
Look in the tunnel—see, for yourself, cut
and run—do it already yesterday
attention paid to my prostate, now, am
I okay? going to the doctor to complain
you put me on this [shit] gram for gram
getting high on whatever leads to disdain
[fucking] each other: have you lost it, fool?
i don’t move in those circles anymore
Be honest with yourself—take us to school,
I’ll end up, I swear, with some two bit whore
why? because I prioritize the action
that I find when i’m on the verge of losing
my mind: this, in here, could be treason
so I keep him, don’t i, engaged to a ring?
locked and loaded, the trial shall begin
what was I thinking when I blew us a kiss
(as if I could love what i engage again)
something too good, too innocent, to miss
when, for the love of God, that’s our loss
got to get it out of me before it gets on you
my secret project: who, for now, is the boss
it’s you, then, so saddle up, you want to
go toward the anger i suppress when, love
have me, this racist, now, sooner to beget
what are you, therefore, dreaming of?
If not me, he that would shame what we get
trying to assert himself in a dirty world
the practical place that, for you, would burn
thinking, moreover, of dimensions curled
up so small you can get there when you turn
your crazy eyes to the motley asunder
the melting pot that chants like thunder—
i go, don’t I, to the queen I plunder,
memory kept me from going under
don’t do that! sorry, sir, almost lost you
a little more of that! ok fine, let’s follow
them home; out and out treason, if I do
say so myself: and yet, what gives, you go
to yourself. i don’t want to be that in
real life—follow the fantasy, cuts like
a knife—what else? then? for their sin:
come down and feel your blood sugar spike
talking two-toned, a fog in my brain:
turning me out—you pray when you’re game
going—loco, that [slut] is the opposite
of what you might think: doing to myself
the notion that, well, now He’s just drunk
the inverse transform is what you see,
yeah, you like it, don’t keep it in the trunk
pink elephant, low down, it’s not for me
Doesn’t converge—it’s meaningless to us
curtsy, now, to my everlasting shame,
i hope you know—what’s more infamous
to be offering them the hand they frame