plethora
         fuctate

empire of the
          unintelligible

fog blows in
   
is extremist

 grasshoppers
    are political

frogs?
forgetaboutit!

 

sad
espiritu
    dominie
        the bark of the tree
 cut
and dripping
   river sways
black and white
     we seek
inside
espiritu
     saying
go
come
be
 see
 the reflection
is the reality
the dream
is
 the
mind
   the body
the
 espiritu

DUMP TRUMP ©2017

traveled 

the stoned 

arcade 

back door 

dreams of 

  what 

 the  

heck

   too hot 

 too sunny 

     one week 

they stole 

150 dollars 

 worth of stuff

                               he even got a windbreaker 

somebody stole some cherry cigars 

  we smoked them and felt sick

got on our bikes and split

 later it was 

md 2020

mad dog!

 

'twas a
donnybrook
  - eh?
    I routed the bazzerds
   your meaningless plight is without
sympathy
   I'm shopping in the five and dime
     for a vanilla cheroot
 or plastic swim toys
  but it's really not that hot out
 and the lights keep going out
    maybe a Hamm's sign
       and a cold Michelob
  from the cooler

satiric 

   strafed as 

star of Hollywood

   cement shoes 

or aggregate 

 compilation 

   the synaptic

steves

   of the pyre

 burning sleeves 

     of lace 

 and fences 

       around 10 foot high letters

 we see the bright lights 

in your eyes 

      the shadows know more 

   

 

DUMP TRUMP ©2017

I had a dream
I was interviewing Donald Trump
 we were seated next to some large colonaded financial or governmental institution.
He seemed quite sweet. (?)
He said "I'll be doing this for a long time."
I said "We'll see."
Trump was trying to tell a story but couldn't remember anyone's name.
"Uhm, Melanie Klunk?"
"Colonel Klink?"
"Yes!"

DUMP TRUMP / FREDERICK DOUGLASS / HEIL NO! © 2017

miracule
    drakkula
            lives!
   blood swiping
sycophant
   trudging down the
sidewalk
    see this knife?

whatooigottodo
 kick you down the stairs
    "just playin man"
 

the Tecate myth
infused the troops with a sense of purpose-
it was either that or
the fear of being stood up against a wall and shot
     'We hail Tecate,
as the Motivator, Redeemer,
Compatriot'
"We also stand knee deep in pig shit and try not to get our heads
blown off"
   Bastante Navarro said as they marched in
the 102 degree heat
  Bastante's mother was a programmer at the
Banque Central and his father worked in finance
  "I should be sitting in an air-conditioned office right now
checking my Facebook." He lamented
"Shut up Navarro"
  yelled his entire squad
they continued marching to the border