Apparently I was not far enough Above the hubbub, so Turn on the Smithsonian vent fan And blow The Donald out There will be no Donald library Because He doesn’t read What do we do once the Silence of the rocks ends And that awful, endles

the injured color wheel of the world

Feelin’, feelin’ good, down-fallin’ down/rain, rain, rain came today,/wet alfresco alchemy

Got laid off from the band called Hillary’s Pantsuits There was just no work Nowhere to go Nothing more we could do Is this the true Reneggnog? Where they pull your eggnog Away too soon As in Renege You know, Reneggnog ?

Men, Real men Don't seem to like poetry All that much And don't want to get caught Reading it, in public at least Real men want to drink And cuss and spit In public And birdsquirt too Whatever that is They wanna go around Grabb

In all the years we lived here we never had any issues from the power towers behind our house, other than them being slightly unsightly. I didn't even notice them when we would socialize out back, especially when drinking. When it rains you can sometimes

The smell of garlic, soy, and onions/ exhausted from Skillman Wok/ perfumes December air.

They pull up to the curbside and he jumps out to shake the hands in that familiar men’s grasp/shake they do when saluting each other. If that isn’t his daughter it should be, the one sitting in his car, with her door wide open.