The Poet Faces a Government Shutdown

by Gary Percesepe

R just sent me a funny text:

Nice nice shit rainbows


Autocorrect again


I am at ease at peace

free from suffering


Unbearably happy


This happiness arrives just as

the world trumpfucked lurches


to an end


My ancient Italian luck,

to find contentment


& personal happiness


even as the government

shuts down & systems fail


but maybe the legendary lovers

are remembered for the most


exquisite affairs precisely because

all was doomed


London blitz

Paris burning


The little Alpine flowers

can't stop waving & smiling


they don't know it's hopeless