The Poet Faces a Government Shutdown
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
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Author's Note
auditioning more poems for a new collection
this one arrived on my pillow of a morn
Other stories by Gary Percesepe
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I like this! *
Excellent *
thank you, jerry ratch
thanks for reading this wee poem, larry
right on, brother.*
thanks, tim!
"The little Alpine flowers
can't stop waving & smiling
they don't know it's hopeless"
Great closing.
thank you sam r!
* If it were up to me, this one would make the cut. No call back needed.
hey nannie---thanks for your vote of confidence in this one-- one wonders
"the world Trumpfucked lurches"
well said.
hey roz!
thank you
Succinct. The world goes on. All is happy, despite.
thank you for reading this one, eamon