(my)HOWL
         
                                             for
                                  Allen Ginsberg
                                   
                                               I

I saw the worst minds of my generation, a plague of 
            madness, soul-starved in naked depravity
dragging Negroes through the streets at midnight,
            this angry system begging for a fix,
angels of Armageddon burning for the ancient prophesy
            disconnected from the starry dynamo in twisted 
            machinery of eternal night,
who with wealth beyond imagination watched impoverished
            humanity smolder from the echoed marbled darkness
            of gated seclusion hovering over once-city remnants,
            contemplating nil,
who pared young brains through dense fences of Hell and
            padlocked doors, scarring blank slates forever
            starved for illumination,
who bought out universities with cool venture capital fortunes
            in hallucinatory self-importance while graduating tragic
            scholars of staggering debt,
who were purged from the cloud for live-streaming the
            obscenity of their hate through small shattered
            screens,
who slashed away at long ragged snakes of tattered clothing,
            burning money on porous steel dreams, wasting caged
            lives to the Terror at the wall,
who busted heads in public, and silenced dissent in anony-
            mous white vans from Portland to Chicago to New York,
who ate junk food in Oval Offices or drank bleach in churches,
            death, or purgatoried their lungs in unmasked bars
            night after night,
with thoughts, with prayers, with hollow promises, false 
            claims, Diet Cokes and endless lies
incomprehensible blind tweets shuddering loud, and
            light in the mind leaping towards polls in
            Mar a Lago & Fantasyland, illuminating the sub-
            conscious underworld of Times past,
OxyContin realities in backwood bleak economies,
            drunken dawns in tented storefronts, joyriding
            limousines playing Let’s Make a Deal in the
            flickering American winter, roaring past lost lives
            and lost minds,
who chained themselves to cardboard prophets for a four-
            year descent into Promised Land mirages,             
            scattering blame among innocents, until the noise             
            of collapse brought them down betrayed, butt-hurt             
            and broken, railing at their own images reflected in             
            the shattered mirrors of Now,
who sank to knees of worship for the narrow-minded god
            of their own creation, sitting at the right hand of the
            false prophet profiteering and listening to devout             
            crackpots speaking in forked tongues,
who spewed continuously in 140 characters from toilet 
            to table to desk to toilet to table to desk to toilet 
            to bed and toilet again,
a tragic gaggle of pundit commentators jumping through
            hoops, lowering their ever-lowering bar even             
            lower, beneath dignity, beneath decency, beneath             
            truth,
accusing, blaming, insulting, mocking, threatening,               
            alluding to false facts and fantasies, delivering             
            crotch kicks and backstabs to victims, moralists
            and vets,
with intellects exchanged for total loyalty, and pardons
            granted to bag men and butchers, the meat of the
            former-favored cast to the curb,
who descended the Golden Escalator of Destiny to leave a
            trail of sixteen white elephants picture postcards of
            Quicken Loans Arena in Cleveland,
envying the Korean rocket man, the Russian mob boss, the            
            Turkish strongman, the Philippine enforcer, the             
            Brazilian firestarter, the cruel Israeli landlord, and             
            the Chinese president-for life,
who wandered from dressing room to dressing room of             
            the Beauty Pageants of America, wondering what             
            pussy to grab next, leaving no trace of heart,
who cut deals in golfcarts golfcarts golfcarts racketeering
            walrus mulligans in lonesome foursomes with fair-            
            weather friends,
who studied Mussolini von Mieses Ayn Rand prosperity             
            theology and satanic pregnancies but preached to            
            TikTok empty seats in Tulsa,
who loned it down the path of the South Lawn, a vision of             
            crumpled untied faded smeared with orange collar
            and small white palms,
who doubled-down on anarchy futures and worshipped at             
            the false altar of Big Data and talking telescopes             
            laserfocused on private lives,
who jumped into raw deals with the Chinaman on artless             
            impulse while leaving his cards facedown for a cold               
            winter Christmas shopping in smalltown America,
who lounged fat and lonely in Mar a Lago with no music pets
            or laughter, and conversed with the One Jew Nazi
            about infestations of eternal White America while             
            giving painful birth to his own Shithole Country,
who disappeared prosecutors for getting too close to Russian
            associates, erasing paths to shadowy payments leaving
            nothing but the ash of evidence scattered in lobbies of            
            the Ukraine,
who reinvented weather along the Southern Coast and saved
            Alabama from Dorian’s mode of destruction using only a             
            Sharpie marker,
who burned clean coal despite the fact that it simply does not             
            exist beyond the propagandic haze of Capitalism,
who distributed 250 million dollars worth of Javelin Missiles
            after seeking a quid for his pro quo as the sirens
            of the whistleblowers wailed, and Zelinsky wailed,           
            and the Democrat Congress also wailed,
who broke down blue boxes in black neighborhoods in
            naked desperation before dismantled machinery and
            skeleton crews,
who’s bit-part AstroTurf shrieked with delight for fifty bucks
            and a free t-shirt, fluffed by megaphones of praise and
            the intoxicant of proximate fame,
who wept stale beer into national microphones and dragged
            girls into frat party bedrooms groping genitals
            and judicial robes,
who fucked the Statue of Liberty in the ass while self-            
            appointed saints testified with prideful ecstasy about             
            god’s plan, 
who chanted “blood & soil” to the romantic glow of their 
            Cost Plus tiki torches and partied like it was 1933,
who bailed on rose gardens and public lands for cutting,             
            mining, fracking, drilling, dredging, extracting, paving             
            and laying pipe through sacred cemeteries and holy             
            waterways freely to whomever came to pay,
who word-farted endlessly trying to communicate but wound             
            up lost behind a partition of TelePrompters til faux
            journalists came to lob softballs, underhand,
who sold their souls to the siren songs of seduction - the             
            hollow melody of loveless lust, the pathetic bombast of             
            unearned power, and the unresolved dissonance of an              
            unquenchable greed that makes nothing, gives nothing,             
            and offers nothing but must have everything in return,
who graduated from Libertine University with a speedo and a             
            glass of black water, summoning The Fixer for future             
            endorsements and scratching that unHoly Itch while             
            making love offerings to the Saintly Pool Boy with a             
            vision of ultimate cuck bathed in the fetid gyzym of             
            hypocritical self-righteousness,
who island pimped for heads of state and socialites, spilling 
            semen on the red eyed trembling innocents, with book             
            upon book of names and numbers dying with them by 
            enforced suicide, 
who whored their night-school law degree in defense of 
            darkside extra-curriculars, W.B., legal hero of the Secret 
            Government, launderer, Bully of Columbia, and staunch 
            defender of BCCI, — death penalties and absolute 
            power in pursuit of the traditional moral order &  
            executive privilege, & The Crusades, while earning the 
            contempt of Congress for sympathetic editings & 
            whitewashings, & heat-beaming paths for Lafayette 
            Square photo-ops, & allies of his King, 
who faded away after his security clearance got lifted, then             
            backed the Alabammy Judge who dates ‘em young             
            before crapping out in Europe, abandoned by Mercer             
            to hawk white gin blossom nationalism and fraudulent             
            wall futures and begging pardon after stumbling off 
            Guo’s yacht in Post Office handcuffs, 
who found clemency with their hands full of blood, littering 
            Iraqi soil with pieces of anything that moved, before             
            sealing the grey room full of spent casings and             
            desecrated souvenirs, 
who longed for the diplomacy of war and mocked the global 
            constraints on his sovereign, hawking pre-emptive             
            strikes before testifying by proxy on the brief ride of a             
            best-seller then slowly fading into oblivion, 
who ate Zimbabwe leopard and flashed the elephant’s     
            severed tail, bottom-feeding hunters looting charities             
            and always punching down, 
who wept in private at the lack of romance, and swatted away             
            the grabbing hand that leaves them to walk in the rain             
            without an umbrella, 
who sat uninvited at the G20 breathing in rarefied air while            
          longing for daddy’s lap, and hawked dresses and black             
          beans from high atop her princess loft, 
who coughed up sneering contempt at the enemy of the people, 
            ever-spinning mouthpiece flamethrowing unapologetic             
            never-lie explanations behind the desecrated podium, 
who sprayed his mercenary blackwater on foes both foreign 
            and domestic while his sister prayerfully profited from 
            turning American education into gibberish, 
who cooked up & sold his own mythology from the heart 
            of the apple, eyes frozen with robotic denials, 
            backchanneling royal quid pro quos with 
            incarcerated cronies, 
who plunged themselves into meaningless analysis 
            searching for covfefe, 
who tossed their bow tie off-camera to be recast as the peak of 
            Broadcast Urinalism & pissed out Eternities of Hate 
            from beneath white sheets for the next generation 
who cut off the opposition on a Texas freeway and brought 
            mob rule to free and fair elections, lost, and were 
            forced onto other platforms where they cried to each 
            other and to their Q-Anon Jesus, 
who burned alive the hardwon stars ‘n’ bars of Pentagon 
            uniforms in exchange for brand loyalty and armed 
            American soldiers on armed American streets amid 
            the squeal of ammonium nitrate delivery trucks & the 
            sinister click of semi-automatic pitchforks, or 
            committed lynchings as faith-drunk patriots from an 
            Alternate Reality, 
who jumped into a Philadelphia press conference at Four 
            Seasons Total Landscaping this actually happened then 
            walked forgotten past the crematorium and the adult 
            novelty shop in a ghostly industrial alley, not even one 
            free dildo, 
who greased the wheels or ground them to a halt depending, 
            gave their own twisted sperm to zombie corporate 
            personhood, wallowed proudly in zero-sum politics, 
            leaped on negroes, smirk-gloated unclean through the 
            halls of justice, jackboot danced on the corpse of 
            democracy, raised obstruction to an art form and 
            subjected generations of the many to the whims of the 
            few, skillful deaf to the sick, poor, voiceless and voteless 
            in twisted allegiance to a party you were not invited to, 
who drilled down thru the deepstate conspiracy to the even 
            deeper deepstate conspiracy to the even even deeper 
            deeper deepstate conspiracy til finally falling flailing 
            through the flaky crust of this our flattened earth, 
who with mere days to spare, leased 1.6 million acres of 
            wildcountry for visions of wells, visions of jobs, and 
            visions of irresponsible stewardship for all Eternity, 
who lost in Michigan, who lost in Wisconsin, who lost in 
            Arizona, who lost in Pennsylvania, and who lost three
            times in Georgia, but still won in their own mind & 
            brooded & tweeted from their Golf Course in Virginia as 
            their father’s dark memory hungered only for winners, 
who fell to their knees on the Oval Office sofa, praying for 
            victims of the Bowling Green massacre and illuminating 
            alternative facts, 
who crashed Rudy’s party releasing the Kraken in vengeful 
            wrath over Satan’s Dominion & subsequently 
            presented impossible mountains of Venezuelan & 
            Cuban evidence over 30,000 fraudulent votes from a 
            food truck & a circus full of witless witnesses, 
who should retire to Mar-a-Lago and cultivate a life, to learn 
            to laugh besides at somebody and at least get a fucking 
            dog and maybe get dug by the blistering quicksilver jazz 
            rage of Albert Ayler or at least Kenny G, 
who demanded martial law accusing the media & Democrats
            of stealing a free & fair election & were left with empty             
            hands & sour grape cries for Civil War,
who spilled childbrains upon the asphalt streets of Baghdad             
            and subsequently presented themselves as exalted             
            warriors, serving only cruelty in a madhouse massacre             
            of fourteen innocents, contractors of slaughter building             
            vectors of grief and mercenary impunity,
and who were given instead the spiteful mercy of a failed             
            despot, rewarder of fraud witness tampering tax eva-
            sion influence peddling conspiracy pimping assault &
            murder, but most all, loyalty, 
who in humorless protest overturned exactly zero election 
            results, dreaming nightly of electoral coups, 
returning again & again to the concrete mirage of fake ballots  
            cast & recast by millions of dead Communist immi- 
            grants & calling for the madman doom of a new 
            election to be held under martial law,
Keystone State’s, Arizona’s and Wisconsin’s voting laws             
            bickered & parsed by those with an eye on 2024,
            rocking the base, tipping the scales, and sharpening            
            the flagpoles of foaming patriots, dreaming of a night-            
            mare of lynched bodies tried & convicted by mob             
            rule,
who fucked up fucked with and fucked their way up the
             White House ladder, drunk, packing & unelectable,             
             grabbing the ill-timed notebook and grabbing ass and            
             grabbing the disagreeable placard, a bully with              
             opportunistic conscience, peddling influence and sound             
             bites with no discernable obligation to the truth,
america, while you are not safe i am not safe, and now             
             masked & armed you stand before me unrecognizable
             in your anger fear need & utter denial –
and who therefore left their paying friends adrift on the red             
             carpets of Palm Beach, obsessed with overturning the             
             tables of democracy & betrayed even by their own             
             Judas VP and their former senate majority enabler,
  who dreamt of incoherent revolution, briefly suspending time
             and storming the slightly opened gates, enabled by
             elected insurrectionists and feeling loved & special by
             their savior of the twisted cross, coming in peace &             
             bullet-proof vests while gunning for traitors & satanic             
             opposition & indulging in the celebratory tantrum             
             dance of the Angry White Man 
to smash the test tubes of this Our Great Experiment, with jack-            
             boot echoes in once-hallowed halls springing from            
             dogwhistle call-to-arms, shameless heavy-duty zip ties             
             seeking someone they did not vote for & leaving behind 
             the viral rumor of roasted nuts
the grifter and his marks, over 74 million strong, laying down             
             a reality show for the ages, a ratings coup for the eyeball             
             farmers and a little death for our collective humanity, 
then shrinking before our very eyes in the hot piss glow of a       
             spotlight cursed & craved, whispering ghost strains of a 
             farewell song forever noteless unsacred catalyst for so  
             much of America’s naked suffering & perfect flawed             
             vessel for entire universes where heart does not matter
with the absolute heart of a once-great nation butchered on the   
             altar of their own quenchless ego, may they live on in    
             irrelevance for a thousand years.      


                                                     II

What twisted craftsman of bone and blood could revel in the
            sacrifice of his own creation gutted upon the 
            blasphemous altar of self-reverence?
Nebro!  Demiurge!  Fool!  Rebel!  Expelled from the Fullness to             
            bask in mirrored adulation!  Depriving his children of
            The Ultimate Spark!  Dousing Holy Thirst with the
            brackish water of forgetfulness!
Nebro!  Nebro!  Pretender to Greatness Nebro!  Nebro the             
            arrogant!  Vengeful Nebro!  Nebro the flawed creator of
            this flawed world!
Nebro the pridefully ignorant!  Nebro the lion-headed snake-
            child of Chaos, Nebro the corrupted false-father!  Nebro 
            whose unflinching demand for loyalty is itself a 
            betrayal!  Nebro the deceiving redeemer!
Nebro who would wall-in the Infinite!  Nebro whose blood
            flows without heart pumping!  Nebro whose fingers
            lack the finishing touch!  Nebro who’s puffed chest is
            always hollow!  Nebro with willfully deaf ears to the
            harmony that resonates fully without mass!
Nebro who is blind to universes beyond the breath of his             
            atmosphere!  Nebro whose scaled forgeries demand                   
            endless devotion!  Nebro who dreams of the vengeance             
            before the betrayal!  Nebro the sower of empty seeds!              
            Nebro the reaper of a barren garden!
Nebro whose love is bestowed with conditions!  Nebro            
            whose spirit never becomes fully manifest!  Nebro
            whose wealth reeks of Ponzi alchemy!  Nebro whose             
            fate is but humbling reabsorbtion into the unseen!              
            Nebro whose name is, sadly, not unpronounceable!
Nebro who in loneliness begat creation!  Nebro and his ToyBox      
            of wonders!  Nebro the mere reflection!  Nebro mated 
            with his own madness!  Cast away and visionless Nebro!
Nebro who entered the garden uninvited!  Nebro the luminous 
            dark shadow obscuring consciousness!  Nebro the 
            abandoned child jealous father!  Living in the dream of Nebro!  
            Longing for the self-generating light!
Nebro!  Nebro!  corrupted offerings!  warped cathedrals! 
            distorted hymns!  suppressed gospels!  demonic
            minions!  spectral acolytes!  the maker and the made!              
            devout mockeries!  holy forgeries!
They stared in awe at the at the skewed perfection of Nebro!               
            matter, form, density, time!  the lush field of corporeal
            distraction!  cloaking the divine infinite which is 
            everywhere about us!
Surviving!  attracting!  acquiring!  controlling!  do-ing
            be-ing! the whole experience-ing of exist-ing!
Dreams!  aspirations!  yearnings!  gnawing hungers!  all side-
            effects of his unholy counterfeit separation!
Break through!  beyond the canopy!  beyond the lack!  beyond
            the given perception!  immunity from the fire!  vision
            and resurrection!  from banishment to liberation to 
            transcendence!  Fuck Nebro and his brimstone 
            tantrums!  the true god is no cannibal!
 Fly away now, fly away!  We’ve seen enough!  barricaded
             democracy!  freedom behind fences!  They slipped out 
             the back!  They headed south for the winter!  to 
             emptiness!  fired!  this bitter pill!  this malignant 
             footnote!  into the past!

 
                                                III

George Floyd! I’m with you in Minneapolis
         where for eight minutes and 46 seconds, we cannot
         breathe
I’m with you in Brunswick
        where, for jogging while Black, we get hunted down for
        sport by a box of crackers
 I’m with you in Buffalo
         where we are told that we tripped and fell, while blood
         flows freely from our head and the RoboCops go
         marching marching on
 I’m with you at a Taco Bell Drive-Thru in Vallejo
         where had we known it was our Last Supper
         we would have fallen asleep at a Burger King
 I’m with you in Louisville
         where we are shot eight times on a botched warrant,
         but hey – accidents will happen
 I’m with you in Oakland
         where we are boogaloo ambushed as uniformed
         casualties of the race war, while our Top Cop still thinks
         the real enemy is the anti-Fascists
 I’m with you in Dayton
         because even insane people are guaranteed their
         Second Amendment rights
 I’m with you on the shores of the Rio Grande
         face down next to our beautiful baby girl
 I’m with you in El Paso
         where by the time we realize those were not
         firecrackers, it is too late
 I’m with you in Istanbul
         a mere journalist, dismembered
 I’m with you in San Juan
         where we’re mopping up what’s left of our lives with a
         single sacred roll of the quicker picker upper
 I’m with you in Las Vegas
         where lead rains down upon Mandalay Bay and we
         laugh like crisis actors waiting for a check from
         George Soros
 I’m with you in Charlottesville
         where careening metal makes us fly like bowling pins,
         and where he pleads guilty, but not nearly guilty enough
 I’m with you in San Antonio
         where we ride in on eternity’s darkness, taking our last
         breath together in search of a better life
 I’m with you on the Portland MAX
         bleeding out for the hijabs of total strangers
 I’m with you in Roger Ailes’ office
         vomiting into his wastepaper basket
 I’m with you in Berkeley
         watching some good cops as they watch us getting
         clubbed by some good people
 I’m with you in Kenosha
         where for seven times our three young children
         get to watch us getting shot in the back
 I’m with you in Afghanistan
         where the Mother of all Bombs killed no civilians
         except us
 I’m with you in New York City
         where our last thoughts came in a ventilator crying
         for our mothers along with only 400,000 others
 I'm with you in Michigan
         where we almost got kidnapped by patriots for daring
         to close the gymnasiums
 I’m with you in Columbus
         where our keys are in the door and we are on the floor
         with blood with sandwiches with three shots to the back
 And I’m with you in Columbus
         again
 I’m with you in Our Nation's Capitol,
        dying in service to an extinguishing ideal
 I’m with you in every burned-out Church & Synagogue,
         & every shot-up school, house party & dance hall, every
         emergency room, meat locker & morgue, where in my 
         dreams, through smoke & bullet holes, through my final 
         longing for your voice your touch your very smell, you   
         wipe away my tears and convince me that someday every-
         thing is gonna be all right


                         FOOTNOTE TO (my)HOWL

Wholly Holey! Wholly Holey Whole Hole! Holy Hole! Holy!
         Holy Hole! Wholly Holy Holey Hole!
 The planet is holey! The spirit is holey! Black skin is holey!
         White skin is holey! Brown skin is holey! Red skin is
         holey! Yellow skin is holey! Green skin is holey! Blue
         skin is holey! All skin is holey! No skin is holey!
 Everything is wholly holey! everybody’s wholly holey! in every
         heart everywhere, there are holy, holy holes! an eternity
         in four years!  a Sucker born every sacred minute!
 The anarchist’s as holey as the storm trooper!  the politician’s  
         as holey as the soulless unnamed PACs are holey!
 The aching thumbs are holey the latent live-streams are holey
         the thirsty ears are holey the on-line tip jars are holey!
 Holey Sally Yates!  Holey Preet Bharara  Holey Christine
         Blasey Ford!  Holey Walter Schaub Jr!  Holey Marie
         Yovanovitch!  Holey Lieutenant Colonel Alexander
         Vindman!  Holey Dr. Anthony Fauci!  Holey Coach
         Aaron Feis!  Holey the unknown casualties of politics
         after midnight and off the clock!   Holey the awesome
         and horrible singular reality!
 Holey whistleblower Edward Snowden!  Holey journalist Julian
         Assange!  Holey patriot Chelsea Manning!
 Holey the latent stutterstep jamnation!  Holy the fucking Zoom 
         Apocalypse!  Holy the distanced drummers as they 
         groove in 13/8 bongos & forgiveness & legal marijuana!
 Holey the solitudes of the ICU and the meatlocker morgues!
         Holey the agony of the 6-feet untouchables!  Holey the
         stinking masks and streets of discarded rubber gloves!
 Holey the deepstate multitudes!  Holey the vast flocks of
         libtards and sheeple!  Holey the flaming passions of
         low-information zealotry!  Who digs The Confederacy
         IS The Confederacy!
 Holey Tulsa Holey Phoenix Holey Tampa Holey Winston &
         Salem Holey Henderson Holey Johnstown Holey Des
         Moines Holey Greenville Holey Macon Holey Reno
         Holey Las Vegas Holey Pensacola Holey Allentown
         Holey Omaha Holey Kenosha Holey Bullhead City!
 Holey time holey life holey family holey relationship holey
         cohort holey precious routine and schedule holey
         expectations holey the crumbling kingdom of Nebro!
 Holey the heart holey the mind holey the feelings holy intuition 
         holey knowledge beyond training holey spontaneous
         knowing holey the wholly holy self and the wholly holy
         holey vision and holey the incomprehensible void!
 Holey the eternal extra brilliant flame of our wholly holy holy
         birthright to be whole!

1/1/21
(019)
Staring at the TV in a daze,
Celebrating in more subdued ways.
For some it’s quite clear
The Real New Year
Begins in just 19 more days.

1/2/21
(018)
When Donald said “Turn off the dough”,
Both houses told him where to go.
You may think they’re neato
Overriding his veto
But Defense will not stand for a “No”.

1/3/21
(017)
Baseless claims without evidence.
A lawsuit dismissed against Pence
But still, scream some guys,
Delegitimize!
Wednesday’s gonna be pretty intense.

1/4/21
(016)
It’s Sunday and the president is calling
To beg and flatter, threaten and coerce,
To add another chapter to the verse.
Response from his supporters mostly galling.

The tainted ballot tales are mushrooming.
Some players get particularly vocal,
With armed and angry crowds to make it local.
Season finale episode is looming.

A man, recorded, asked to find some votes.
A view of things. A view of things, denied
And knowing which among them both has lied
And what one’s blind acceptance here connotes.

What will he say in Georgia later on.
What will he say when he is finally gone.

1/5/21
(015)
When Trump went to Dalton GA,
We knew what the guy’d have to say.
There’s no way he lost,
He don’t care the cost,
And he don’t plan on going away.

1/6/21
(014)
The ballot count trickles along.
In DC, a gathering throng.
The feelings are strong,
But what’s really wrong
Is what’s going on in Hong Kong.

1/7/21
(013)
a call to arms, a march to stop the steal,
and then what Rudy calls “trial by combat”
disrupts the House & Senate’s sacred format.
a terrorist in Mitch’s seat. surreal.

a coup attempt results in people dying
a nation holds its breath, a world observes
a demagogue makes clear just who he serves
followed by governmental speechifying.

unlucky us with thirteen days to go
the 25th amendment in our dreams
unfit to lead, too sick to leave, it seems
what some of us knew all along, you know

four years, McConnell bowed to Trump’s authority
and for his efforts, lost senate majority

1/8/21
(012)
His calling for calm? I don’t buy it.
Impeachment? I think we should try it.
He was cheering them on.
He deserves to be gone.
That asshole incited a riot!

1/9/21
(011)
The recap, score, and stinging aftermath
With Breaking News and much analysis
We try to figure what fresh hell is this.
The soul of our sad country needs a bath.

Now slowly there are names to match the faces.
Who let them pass. Who sadly had to pay
The price for keeping nihilists at bay,
And who bore witness from safe hiding places.

Know that some do not come to Stop The Steal
Not Left or Right, their goal is to destroy
A cause to gather stands as but a ploy
In chaos and collapse lies their appeal.

As balance, a lone Congressman brings grace
And kneels in silence, cleaning up the place.

1/10/21
(010)
As riot replaces debate,
He’s Making America Hate.
We’ll burst at the seams
Being pushed to extremes
With others deciding our fate.

1/11/21
(009)
So Trump and Parler got rejection.
Despite First Amendment protection.
I hate to be rude
Free Speech don’t include
Inciting a damned insurrection.

1/12/21
(008)
A guy in the Senate named Hawley
Engaged in political folly.
He made Mitch lose face
Standing tall with Trump’s base,
And lost his book deal, by golly.

1/13/21
(007)
With all the charges made about vote stealing,
And every one of them tossed from the court,
To watch our Senate turned into a fort,
Don’t bother coming ‘round with talk of healing.

Insurgents set our Capitol a-reeling
With such grandstanding not to certify
And now it’s said some seek to unify.
I’m sorry, this is not the time for healing.

The Trumpers say “fuck you and how you’re feeling”
They speak of lynching with perverted glee
Their view of freedom not including me
Their battleground permits no space for healing.

So now I gladly set aside my rhyme
To watch their boy impeached a second time.

1/14/21
(006)
That small-handed lying-ass boaster
Got a double-impeachment spit-roaster.
He was hoping for
His face on Rushmore
But may end up on a WANTED poster.

1/15/21
(005)
His lawsuits got stuck at the gate,
But Donald still says Rudy’s great!
Expenses and fees?
20 grand a day, please?
For that part, he’ll just have to wait.

1/16/21
(004)
Slow-motion endless wait, four days to go.
So many jumping ship, tho tempos vary
The ones still sticking ‘round are kinda scary.
His final days spent clearing out Death Row.

Before post-presidential life begins.
And creditors and lawyers have their way
The title and the job not holding sway
Perhaps the time to answer for one’s sins.

And what awaits the next to take command
A leaky ship adrift on stormy seas,
A bevy of land mines and vacancies,
Armed patriots who want to lend a hand.

But still we find that little bit of heaven.
The NRA goes for Chapter 11.

1/17/21
(003)
All whipped into action they’d go,
Prepared for a violent show.
A riled up mob
Just doin’ their job.
Their president said it was so.

1/18/21
(002)
In wrapping up these four long years of Hell,
Events and characters beyond belief
We see uncertain glimmers of relief
As we bid some a not-so-fond farewell.

Kushner – effete and condescending fool.
The elder Brothers Trump – Butthead & Beavis.
Their sister – Nepotism Barbie – leave us.
And mom, the soft-core, mail-order jewel.

Goodbye to Giuliani’s leaking head.
Good riddance to that creepy Stephen Miller.
DeJoy, the failed mailed ballot killer.
And Barr, who left but cashed in all his cred.

So long Hope Hicks, Mulvaney and DeVos.
The ever poised & truthful McEnany.
Throw all his aides and staff out on their fanny,
And best of all on Wednesday, toss the boss.

Fade out on Limbaugh, Carlson & Hannity,
Fade in a smooth transition into sanity.

1/19/21
(001)
One more day and we’ll be free
From his reign of misery.
No more tweets & no more crooks,
No more Donald’s pouty looks.

1/20/21
(000) 
(my)HOWL 

for Allen Ginsberg 

I

I saw the worst minds of my generation, a plague of 
            madness, soul-starved in naked depravity
dragging Negroes through the streets at midnight, 
            this angry system begging for a fix,
angels of Armageddon burning for the ancient prophesy 
            disconnected from the starry dynamo in twisted 
            machinery of eternal night,
who with wealth beyond imagination watched impoverished 
            humanity smolder from the echoed marbled darkness 
            of gated seclusion hovering over once-city remnants, 
            contemplating nil,
who pared young brains through dense fences of Hell and 
            padlocked doors, scarring blank slates forever 
            starved for illumination,
who bought out universities with cool venture capital fortunes 
            in hallucinatory self-importance while graduating tragic 
            scholars of staggering debt,
who were purged from the cloud for live-streaming the 
            obscenity of their hate through small shattered 
            screens,
who slashed away at long ragged snakes of tattered clothing, 
            burning money on porous steel dreams, wasting caged 
            lives to the Terror at the wall,
who busted heads in public, and silenced dissent in anony- 
            mous white vans from Portland to Chicago to New York,
who ate junk food in Oval Offices or drank bleach in churches, 
            death, or purgatoried their lungs in unmasked bars 
            night after night,
with thoughts, with prayers, with hollow promises, false 
            claims, Diet Cokes and endless lies,
incomprehensible blind tweets shuddering loud, and 
            light in the mind leaping towards polls in 
            Mar a Lago & Fantasyland, illuminating the sub- 
            conscious underworld of Times past,
OxyContin realities in backwood bleak economies, 
            drunken dawns in tented storefronts, joyriding 
            limousines playing Let’s Make a Deal in the 
            flickering American winter, roaring past lost lives 
            and lost minds,
who chained themselves to cardboard prophets for a four- 
            year descent into Promised Land mirages, 
            scattering blame among innocents, until the noise 
            of collapse brought them down betrayed, butt-hurt
            and broken, railing at their own images reflected in 
            the shattered mirrors of Now,
who sank to knees of worship for the narrow-minded god 
            of their own creation, sitting at the right hand of the 
            false prophet profiteering and listening to devout 
            crackpots speaking in forked tongues,
who spewed continuously in 140 characters from toilet 
            to table to desk to toilet to table to desk to toilet 
            to bed and toilet again,
a tragic gaggle of pundit commentators jumping through 
            hoops, lowering their ever-lowering bar even 
            lower, beneath dignity, beneath decency, beneath 
            truth,
accusing, blaming, insulting, mocking, threatening, 
            alluding to false facts and fantasies, delivering 
            crotch kicks and backstabs to victims, moralists 
            and vets,
with intellects exchanged for total loyalty, and pardons 
            granted to bag men and butchers, the meat of the 
            former-favored cast to the curb,
who descended the Golden Escalator of Destiny to leave a 
            trail of sixteen white elephants picture postcards of 
            Quicken Loans Arena in Cleveland,
envying the Korean rocket man, the Russian mob boss, the 
            Turkish strongman, the Philippine enforcer, the 
            Brazilian firestarter, the cruel Israeli landlord, and 
            the Chinese president-for life,
who wandered from dressing room to dressing room of 
            the Beauty Pageants of America, wondering what 
            pussy to grab next, leaving no trace of heart,
who cut deals in golfcarts golfcarts golfcarts racketeering 
            walrus mulligans in lonesome foursomes with fair- 
            weather friends,
who studied Mussolini von Mieses Ayn Rand prosperity 
            theology and satanic pregnancies but preached to 
            TikTok empty seats in Tulsa,
who loned it down the path of the South Lawn, a vision of 
            crumpled untied faded smeared with orange collar 
            and small white palms,
who doubled-down on anarchy futures and worshipped at 
            the false altar of Big Data and talking telescopes 
            laserfocused on private lives,
who jumped into raw deals with the Chinaman on artless 
            impulse while leaving his cards facedown for a cold 
            winter Christmas shopping in smalltown America,
who lounged fat and lonely in Mar a Lago with no music pets 
            or laughter, and conversed with the One Jew Nazi 
            about infestations of eternal White America while 
            giving painful birth to his own Shithole Country,
who disappeared prosecutors for getting too close to Russian 
            associates, erasing paths to shadowy payments leaving 
            nothing but the ash of evidence scattered in lobbies of 
            the Ukraine,
who reinvented weather along the Southern Coast and saved 
            Alabama from Dorian’s mode of destruction using only a 
            Sharpie marker,
who burned clean coal despite the fact that it simply does not 
            exist beyond the propagandic haze of Capitalism,
who distributed 250 million dollars worth of Javelin Missiles 
            after seeking a quid for his pro quo as the sirens 
            of the whistleblowers wailed, and Zelinsky wailed, 
            and the Democrat Congress also wailed,
who broke down blue boxes in black neighborhoods in 
            naked desperation before dismantled machinery and 
            skeleton crews,
who’s bit-part AstroTurf shrieked with delight for fifty bucks 
            and a free t-shirt, fluffed by megaphones of praise and 
            the intoxicant of proximate fame,
who wept stale beer into national microphones and dragged 
            girls into frat party bedrooms groping genitals 
            and judicial robes,
who fucked the Statue of Liberty in the ass while self- 
            appointed saints testified with prideful ecstasy about 
            god’s plan, 
who chanted “blood & soil” to the romantic glow of their 
            Cost Plus tiki torches and partied like it was 1933,
who bailed on rose gardens and public lands for cutting, 
            mining, fracking, drilling, dredging, extracting, paving 
            and laying pipe through sacred cemeteries and holy 
            waterways freely to whomever came to pay,
who word-farted endlessly trying to communicate but wound 
            up lost behind a partition of TelePrompters til faux 
            journalists came to lob softballs, underhand,
who sold their souls to the siren songs of seduction - the 
            hollow melody of loveless lust, the pathetic bombast of 
            unearned power, and the unresolved dissonance of an 
            unquenchable greed that makes nothing, gives nothing, 
            and offers nothing but must have everything in return,
who graduated from Libertine University with a speedo and a 
            glass of black water, summoning The Fixer for future 
            endorsements and scratching that unHoly Itch while 
            making love offerings to the Saintly Pool Boy with a 
            vision of ultimate cuck bathed in the fetid gyzym of 
            hypocritical self-righteousness,
who island pimped for heads of state and socialites, spilling 
            semen on the red eyed trembling innocents, with book 
            upon book of names and numbers dying with them by 
            enforced suicide, 
who whored their night-school law degree in defense of 
            darkside extra-curriculars, W.B., legal hero of the Secret 
            Government, launderer, Bully of Columbia, and staunch 
            defender of BCCI, — death penalties and absolute 
            power in pursuit of the traditional moral order & 
            executive privilege, & The Crusades, while earning the 
            contempt of Congress for sympathetic editings & 
            whitewashings, & heat-beaming paths for Lafayette 
            Square photo-ops, & allies of his King, 
who faded away after his security clearance got lifted, then 
            backed the Alabammy Judge who dates ‘em young 
            before crapping out in Europe, abandoned by Mercer 
            to hawk white gin blossom nationalism and fraudulent 
            wall futures and begging pardon after stumbling off 
            Guo’s yacht in Post Office handcuffs, 
who found clemency with their hands full of blood, littering 
            Iraqi soil with pieces of anything that moved, before 
            sealing the grey room full of spent casings and 
            desecrated souvenirs, 
who longed for the diplomacy of war and mocked the global 
            constraints on his sovereign, hawking pre-emptive 
            strikes before testifying by proxy on the brief ride of a 
            best-seller then slowly fading into oblivion, 
who ate Zimbabwe leopard and flashed the elephant’s 
            severed tail, bottom-feeding hunters looting charities 
            and always punching down, 
who wept in private at the lack of romance, and swatted away 
            the grabbing hand that leaves them to walk in the rain 
            without an umbrella, 
who sat uninvited at the G20 breathing in rarefied air while 
            longing for daddy’s lap, and hawked dresses and black 
            beans from high atop her princess loft, 
who coughed up sneering contempt at the enemy of the people, 
            ever-spinning mouthpiece flamethrowing unapologetic 
            never-lie explanations behind the desecrated podium, 
who sprayed his mercenary blackwater on foes both foreign 
            and domestic while his sister prayerfully profited 
            from turning American education into gibberish, 
who cooked up & sold his own mythology from the heart 
            of the apple, eyes frozen with robotic denials, 
            backchanneling royal quid pro quos with 
            incarcerated cronies,
who plunged themselves into meaningless analysis 
            searching for covfefe, 
who tossed their bow tie off-camera to be recast as the peak of 
            Broadcast Urinalism & pissed out Eternities of Hate 
            from beneath white sheets for the next generation, 
who cut off the opposition on a Texas freeway and brought 
            mob rule to free and fair elections, lost, and were 
            orced onto other platforms where they cried to each other 
            and to their Q-Anon Jesus, 
who burned alive the hardwon stars ‘n’ bars of Pentagon 
            uniforms in exchange for brand loyalty and armed 
            American soldiers on armed American streets amid 
            the squeal of ammonium nitrate delivery trucks & the 
            sinister click of semi-automatic pitchforks, or 
            committed lynchings as faith-drunk patriots from an 
            Alternate Reality, 
who jumped into a Philadelphia press conference at Four 
            Seasons Total Landscaping this actually happened then 
            walked forgotten past the crematorium and the adult 
            novelty shop in a ghostly industrial alley, not even one 
            free dildo, 
who greased the wheels or ground them to a halt depending, 
            gave their own twisted sperm to zombie corporate 
            personhood, wallowed proudly in zero-sum politics, 
            leaped on negroes, smirk-gloated unclean through the 
            halls of justice, jackboot danced on the corpse of 
            democracy, raised obstruction to an art form and 
            subjected generations of the many to the whims of the 
            few, skillful deaf to the sick, poor, voiceless and voteless 
            in twisted allegiance to a party you were not invited to, 
who drilled down thru the deepstate conspiracy to the even 
            deeper deepstate conspiracy to the even even deeper 
            deeper deepstate conspiracy til finally falling flailing 
            through the flaky crust of this our flattened earth, 
who with mere days to spare, leased 1.6 million acres of 
            wildcountry for visions of wells, visions of jobs, and 
            visions of irresponsible stewardship for all Eternity, 
who lost in Michigan, who lost in Wisconsin, who lost in 
            Arizona, who lost in Pennsylvania, and who lost three 
            times in Georgia, but still won in their own mind & 
            brooded & tweeted from their Golf Course in Virginia as 
            their father’s dark memory hungered only for winners, 
who fell to their knees on the Oval Office sofa, praying for 
            victims of the Bowling Green massacre and illuminating 
            alternative facts, 
who crashed Rudy’s party releasing the Kraken in vengeful 
            wrath over Satan’s Dominion & subsequently 
            presented impossible mountains of Venezuelan & 
            Cuban evidence over 30,000 fraudulent votes from a 
            food truck & a circus full of witless witnesses, 
who should retire to Mar-a-Lago and cultivate a life, to learn 
            to laugh besides at somebody and at least get a fucking 
            dog and maybe get dug by the blistering quicksilver jazz 
            rage of Albert Ayler or at least Kenny G, 
who demanded martial law accusing the media & Democrats 
            of stealing a free & fair election & were left with empty 
            hands & sour grape cries for Civil War,
who spilled childbrains upon the asphalt streets of Baghdad 
            and subsequently presented themselves as exalted 
            warriors, serving only cruelty in a madhouse massacre 
            of fourteen innocents, contractors of slaughter building 
            vectors of grief and mercenary impunity,
and who were given instead the spiteful mercy of a failed 
            despot, rewarder of fraud witness tampering tax eva- 
            sion influence peddling conspiracy pimping assault & 
            murder, but most all, loyalty, 
who in humorless protest overturned exactly zero election 
            results, dreaming nightly of an electoral coup, 
returning again & again to the concrete mirage of fake ballots 
            cast & recast by millions of dead Communist immi- 
            grants & calling for the madman doom of a new 
            election to be held under martial law,
Keystone State’s, Arizona’s and Wisconsin’s voting laws
            bickered & parsed by those with an eye on 2024, 
            rocking the base, tipping the scales, and sharpening 
            the flagpoles of foaming patriots, dreaming of a night- 
            mare of lynched bodies tried & convicted by mob 
            rule,
who fucked up fucked with and fucked their way up the 
            White House ladder, drunk, packing & unelectable, 
            grabbing the ill-timed notebook and grabbing ass and 
            grabbing the disagreeable placard, a bully with 
            opportunistic conscience, peddling influence and sound 
            bites with no discernable obligation to the truth,
america, while you are not safe i am not safe, and now 
            masked & armed you stand before me unrecognizable 
            in your anger fear need & utter denial –
and who therefore left their paying friends adrift on the red 
            carpets of Palm Beach, obsessed with overturning the 
            tables of democracy & betrayed even by their own 
            Judas VP and their former senate majority enabler, 
who drempt of incoherent revolution, briefly suspending time 
            and storming the slightly opened gates, enabled by 
            elected insurrectionists and feeling loved & special by 
            their savior of the twisted cross, coming in peace & 
            bullet-proof vests while gunning for traitors & satanic 
            opposition & indulging in the celebratory tantrum 
            dance of the Angry White Man 
to smash the test tubes of this Our Great Experiment, with jack- 
            boot echoes in once-hallowed halls springing from 
            dogwhistle call-to-arms, shameless heavy-duty zip ties 
            seeking someone they did not vote for & leaving behind 
            the viral rumor of roasted nuts
the grifter and his marks, over 74 million strong, laying down 
            a reality show for the ages, a ratings coup for the eyeball 
            farmers and a little death for our collective humanity, 
then shrinking before our very eyes in the hot piss glow of a 
            spotlight cursed & craved, whispering ghost strains of a 
            farewell song forever noteless unsacred catalyst for so 
            much of America’s naked suffering & perfect flawed 
            vessel for entire universes where heart does not matter
with the absolute heart of a once-great nation butchered on the 
            altar of their own quenchless ego, may they live on in 
            irrelevance for a thousand years.

II

What twisted craftsman of bone and blood could revel in the
            sacrifice of his own creation gutted upon the 
            blasphemous altar of self-reverence?
Nebro!  Demiurge!  Fool!  Rebel!  Expelled from the Fullness to             
            bask in mirrored adulation!  Depriving his children of
            The Ultimate Spark!  Dousing Holy Thirst with the
            brackish water of forgetfulness!
Nebro!  Nebro!  Pretender to Greatness Nebro!  Nebro the             
            arrogant!  Vengeful Nebro!  Nebro the flawed creator of
            this flawed world!
Nebro the pridefully ignorant!  Nebro the lion-headed snake-
            child of Chaos, Nebro the corrupted false-father!  Nebro 
            whose unflinching demand for loyalty is itself a 
            betrayal!  Nebro the deceiving redeemer!
Nebro who would wall-in the Infinite!  Nebro whose blood
            flows without heart pumping!  Nebro whose fingers
            lack the finishing touch!  Nebro who’s puffed chest is
            always hollow!  Nebro with willfully deaf ears to the
            harmony that resonates fully without mass!
Nebro who is blind to universes beyond the breath of his             
            atmosphere!  Nebro whose scaled forgeries demand                   
            endless devotion!  Nebro who dreams of the vengeance             
            before the betrayal!  Nebro the sower of empty seeds!              
            Nebro the reaper of a barren garden!
Nebro whose love is bestowed with conditions!  Nebro            
            whose spirit never becomes fully manifest!  Nebro
            whose wealth reeks of Ponzi alchemy!  Nebro whose             
            fate is but humbling reabsorbtion into the unseen!              
            Nebro whose name is, sadly, not unpronounceable!
Nebro who in loneliness begat creation!  Nebro and his ToyBox      
            of wonders!  Nebro the mere reflection!  Nebro mated 
            with his own madness!  Cast away and visionless Nebro!
Nebro who entered the garden uninvited!  Nebro the luminous 
            dark shadow obscuring consciousness!  Nebro the 
            abandoned child jealous father!  Living in the dream of Nebro!  
            Longing for the self-generating light!
Nebro!  Nebro!  corrupted offerings!  warped cathedrals! 
            distorted hymns!  suppressed gospels!  demonic
            minions!  spectral acolytes!  the maker and the made!              
            devout mockeries!  holy forgeries!
They stared in awe at the at the skewed perfection of Nebro!               
            matter, form, density, time!  the lush field of corporeal
            distraction!  cloaking the divine infinite which is 
            everywhere about us!
Surviving!  attracting!  acquiring!  controlling!  do-ing
            be-ing! the whole experience-ing of exist-ing!
Dreams!  aspirations!  yearnings!  gnawing hungers!  all side-
            effects of his unholy counterfeit separation!
Break through!  beyond the canopy!  beyond the lack!  beyond
            the given perception!  immunity from the fire!  vision
            and resurrection!  from banishment to liberation to 
            transcendence!  Fuck Nebro and his brimstone 
            tantrums!  the true god is no cannibal!
 Fly away now, fly away!  We’ve seen enough!  barricaded
             democracy!  freedom behind fences!  They slipped out 
             the back!  They headed south for the winter!  to 
             emptiness!  fired!  this bitter pill!  this malignant 
             footnote!  into the past!

III

George Floyd! I’m with you in Minneapolis
         where for eight minutes and 46 seconds, we cannot
         breathe
I’m with you in Brunswick
        where, for jogging while Black, we get hunted down for
        sport by a box of crackers
 I’m with you in Buffalo
         where we are told that we tripped and fell, while blood
         flows freely from our head and the RoboCops go
         marching marching on
 I’m with you at a Taco Bell Drive-Thru in Vallejo
         where had we known it was our Last Supper
         we would have fallen asleep at a Burger King
 I’m with you in Louisville
         where we are shot eight times on a botched warrant,
         but hey – accidents will happen
 I’m with you in Oakland
         where we are boogaloo ambushed as uniformed
         casualties of the race war, while our Top Cop still thinks
         the real enemy is the anti-Fascists
 I’m with you in Dayton
         because even insane people are guaranteed their
         Second Amendment rights
 I’m with you on the shores of the Rio Grande
         face down next to our beautiful baby girl
 I’m with you in El Paso
         where by the time we realize those were not
         firecrackers, it is too late
 I’m with you in Istanbul
         a mere journalist, dismembered
 I’m with you in San Juan
         where we’re mopping up what’s left of our lives with a
         single sacred roll of the quicker picker upper
 I’m with you in Las Vegas
         where lead rains down upon Mandalay Bay and we
         laugh like crisis actors waiting for a check from
         George Soros
 I’m with you in Charlottesville
         where careening metal makes us fly like bowling pins,
         and where he pleads guilty, but not nearly guilty enough
 I’m with you in San Antonio
         where we ride in on eternity’s darkness, taking our last
         breath together in search of a better life
 I’m with you on the Portland MAX
         bleeding out for the hijabs of total strangers
 I’m with you in Roger Ailes’ office
         vomiting into his wastepaper basket
 I’m with you in Berkeley
         watching some good cops as they watch us getting
         clubbed by some good people
 I’m with you in Kenosha
         where for seven times our three young children
         get to watch us getting shot in the back
 I’m with you in Afghanistan
         where the Mother of all Bombs killed no civilians
         except us
 I’m with you in New York City
         where our last thoughts came in a ventilator crying
         for our mothers along with only 400,000 others
 I'm with you in Michigan
         where we almost got kidnapped by patriots for daring
         to close the gymnasiums
 I’m with you in Columbus
         where our keys are in the door and we are on the floor
         with blood with sandwiches with three shots to the back
 And I’m with you in Columbus
         again
 I’m with you in Our Nation's Capitol,
        dying in service to an extinguishing ideal
 I’m with you in every burned-out Church & Synagogue,
         & every shot-up school, house party & dance hall, every
         emergency room, meat locker & morgue, where in my 
         dreams, through smoke & bullet holes, through my final 
         longing for your voice your touch your very smell, you   
         wipe away my tears and convince me that someday every-
         thing is gonna be all right

FOOTNOTE TO (my)HOWL

Wholly Holey! Wholly Holey Whole Hole! Holy Hole! Holy!
         Holy Hole! Wholly Holy Holey Hole!
 The planet is holey! The spirit is holey! Black skin is holey!
         White skin is holey! Brown skin is holey! Red skin is
         holey! Yellow skin is holey! Green skin is holey! Blue
         skin is holey! All skin is holey! No skin is holey!
 Everything is wholly holey! everybody’s wholly holey! in every
         heart everywhere, there are holy, holy holes! an eternity
         in four years!  a Sucker born every sacred minute!
 The anarchist’s as holey as the storm trooper!  the politician’s  
         as holey as the soulless unnamed PACs are holey!
 The aching thumbs are holey the latent live-streams are holey
         the thirsty ears are holey the on-line tip jars are holey!
 Holey Sally Yates!  Holey Preet Barhara!  Holey Christine
         Blasey Ford!  Holey Walter Schaub Jr!  Holey Marie
         Yovanovitch!  Holey Lieutenant Colonel Alexander
         Vindman!  Holey Dr. Anthony Fauci!  Holey Coach
         Aaron Feis!  Holey the unknown casualties of politics
         after midnight and off the clock!   Holey the awesome
         and horrible singular reality!
 Holey whistleblower Edward Snowden!  Holey journalist Julian
         Assange!  Holey patriot Chelsea Manning!
 Holey the latent stutterstep jamnation!  Holy the fucking Zoom 
         Apocalypse!  Holy the distanced drummers as they 
         groove in 13/8 bongos & forgiveness & legal marijuana!
 Holey the solitudes of the ICU and the meatlocker morgues!
         Holey the agony of the 6-feet untouchables!  Holey the
         stinking masks and streets of discarded rubber gloves!
 Holey the deepstate multitudes!  Holey the vast flocks of
         libtards and sheeple!  Holey the flaming passions of
         low-information zealotry!  Who digs The Confederacy
         IS The Confederacy!
 Holey Tulsa Holey Phoenix Holey Tampa Holey Winston &
         Salem Holey Henderson Holey Johnstown Holey Des
         Moines Holey Greenville Holey Macon Holey Reno
         Holey Las Vegas Holey Pensacola Holey Allentown
         Holey Omaha Holey Kenosha Holey Bullhead City!
 Holey time holey life holey family holey relationship holey
         cohort holey precious routine and schedule holey
         expectations holey the crumbling kingdom of Nebro!
 Holey the heart holey the mind holey the feelings holy intuition 
         holey knowledge beyond training holey spontaneous
         knowing holey the wholly holy self and the wholly holy
         holey vision and holey the incomprehensible void!
 Holey the eternal extra brilliant flame of our wholly holy holy
         birthright to be whole!

12/1/20
(050)
Inside he plays fire’ and replace,
While outside he riles up his base.
He’ll sabotage more,
Leave a turd on the floor,
And cut his nose to spite his face.

12/2/20
(049)
In a bribery-for-pardon REDACTED,
The attorney and client REDACTED.
A troubling scheme
From a lobbying team
To benefit __ and REDACTED.

12/3/20
(048)
Now pardoned and just oozing gratitude,
A General calls out for Martial Law
Redo the vote for its corrupted flaw.
O please. May this pathetic mess conclude.

His lawyer rails on to Stop the Steal.
With wild claims devoid of evidence,
And filings “biblical” with little sense.
A pause to wonder is this bitch for real.

And what a time for William Barr to fail.
Betraying Trump by finding zero fraud.
For one so loyal, this is very odd.
Perhaps a Biden check is in the mail.

Our nation pays a very heavy cost
Because this loser can’t accept: He. Lost.

12/4/20
(047)
The Golden State’s in quite a quandary.
A common way forward is gone-dree.
We shelter in place
And cover our face
While Newsom dines at the French Laundry.

12/5/20
(046)
A Pentagon purge has begun.
If you’re not tight with Trump, you are done.
It’s a soldier’s chagrin
To find that you’re in
An Army that’s of and for one.

12/6/20
(045)
I proudly state before both man and God
My victory comes easily and quickly
If not for evil agents acting slickly
To perpetrate this monumental fraud.

As President I’m asking you to see
If these these electors could be overridden
And should you think this question is forbidden,
The Hatch Act just does not apply to me.

My base knows god damned well that Biden cheated.
My base knows god damned well I walk on water.
Don’t be the guy who gets to own the slaughter
That waits to happen should I be defeated.

If I take Georgia, all falls into place.
If not, my father holds me in disgrace.

12/7/20
(044)
Giuliani has COVID’s the header.
Of course, we all hope he gets better.
Though his case is unravelin’
He sure has been travelin’.
This unmasked one-man super-spreader.

12/8/20
(043)
Our nation is going insane.
Bi-polar realities, twain.
A circuit is fried
That’s exemplified
By Trump and his damn monkey brain.

12/9/20
(042)
A surprising unanimous blow
Clearly states what we already know.
He can still try and cheat,
But his ass – it got beat,
And even his SCOTUS says, “NO.”

12/10/20
(041)
So what will his lie of the day be.
Was there fraud? No. Not even maybe.
Conservative whacks
Still distort the facts
To placate this tantruming baby.

12/11/20
(040)
Dick Hinch saw COVID with a scoff.
Not a care for a fever or cough.
The New Hampshire speaker
Thought caution was weaker.
And proudly died with his mask off.

12/12/20
(039)
A “No” comes from the court of rightward tilt:
A state’s election’s none of Texas’ business.
Yet some still rise to serve His Royal Hizness.
And help him play the fraud card to the hilt.

Ken Paxton led the loyal charge today
Against “who serve convenience over law”,
Not one to grasp his case’s fatal flaw,
Perhaps to grab a pardon down the way.

When will our grifter say “enough’s enough”.
And stop this spewing of Alternate Facts
And sate his hunger for destructive acts.
His followers are mad, and they play rough.

Four years we watched this circus-horror show.
Now, there are thirty-nine more days to go.

12/13/20
(038)
There once was a lass named Melissa
Who testified drunk as a pissah.
We question the fitness
Of Rudy’s star witness
But Donny Boy still wants to kiss ‘er.

12/14/20
(037)
Belligerent, drunk, agitated.
Often armed and poorly educated.
The Proud Boys – A blight
From the fascist far-right.
Wish their daddies had just masturbated.

12/15/20
(036)
86 judges and 50 court losses
Said “no” to our would-be boss of all bosses.
With no nod to fraud, not even a token,
At last, the Electoral College has spoken.

Yet after four years of his conning and sinning
The Cheeto Benito still thinks that he’s winning.
On one side, the evidence lines up with facts
The other side offers us threats and Newsmax.

Divided by paranoid calls for resistance
And fueled by delusional, baseless insistence,
Through sad weeks of law suits, due process assailed,
Our crum’bling democracy somehow prevailed.

Now, even Bill Barr’s had enough of this jerk
And as of today, he’s out looking for work.

12/16/20
(035)
A relationship’s going to pot.
Poor Trump and McConnell are fraught.
It’s a parting of ways
For in 35 days,
One will still have a job, one will not.

12/17/20
(034)
an old page gets turned
as asterisked statistics
join the Major Leagues

12/18/20
(033)
The law is quite clear in Palm Beach:
Mar a Lago is past Donald’s reach.
Our so-soon ex-President
Cannot be a resident
With numerous contracts in breach.

12/19/20
(032)
The election he still is disputin’
Democrat fraud? Yer darn tootin’!
Corruption! Deceit!
But still not a tweet
On hackings by his buddy Putin.

12/20/20
(031)
Thirty-one. A month to play the waiting game
And what more will he break before he leaves.
Each minute now another loved one grieves
His actions – and inactions – soak up blame.

And without pardons guess who’s heads may roll
Because of Donald’s campaign money laundry.
Now Lara, Kim and Jared in a quandary
With other family members on the payroll.

King Lear in winter calls upon the loyal
A craven yet an ever-dwindling lot.
They clutch at fading options as they rot
To keep the sad reign of this festered boil.

With no concession, ever crying foul,
He ponders Special Council Sydney Powell.

12/21/20
(030)
Our ICU units are burning.
Those losing their jobs’ guts are churning
And yet there’s no doubt
All that he cares about
Is election results overturning.

12/22/20
(029)
A loser who’d burn all to win.
A liar who’s yarn has worn thin.
A taker who’ll skim
According to whim.
A dictator made out of tin.

12/23/20
(028)
His pardons are so out of hand.
Where will all these ex-criminals land.
It may be insane
But I won’t complain
With my stimulus check for 2-grand.

12/24/20
(027)
Now innocence is issued by decree.
Where 60 men of 65 are cronies
Incredible. These guys are great. No phonies.
Unlock the gates and let them all go free.

Past actions and behaviors indicated
All efforts in his service are rewarded
And by the pow’r his office has afforded,
Fraud, witness tampering, and murder vindicated.

Now in what petty, nauseating ways
In these remaining twenty-seven days
Will he assure that each opponent pays
For how they ruled on if he goes or stays.

Our deepest sense of justice, cast a-splinter
Observing this Hyena in his Winter.

12/25/20
(026)
The stimulus sputters and kluges
Our Government plays us for stooges.
Our way of life wrecked
But what to expect
From a Ruling Class made up of Scrooges.

A sincere and heartfelt Merry Christmas to you and all in your circle.

12/26/20
(025)
A car in Nashvile explodes.
The out-of-work lose their abodes.
Trump stays out of reach.
Tee time in Palm Beach
As so much around us erodes.

12/27/20
(024)
How many million lose their benefits
How many more already through the cracks
The breaking burdens carried on their backs.
This way of doing business is the shits.

How much pork barrel hidden in relief
How much the pain of landing on the street
Arriving at the ends to find no meat
A New Year’s hope already soaked in grief.

How can a soulless process turn away
How can a system try but fail so many
We small fry, ever dancing for a penny.
Far more than Trump stand guilty on this day.

How sad his interest is but to discover
Just why his wife’s not featured on the cover.

12/28/20
(023)
In tweets he’s dejected and bitter.
Won’t concede, but behaves like a quitter.
His erratic deeds
Confirms that he needs
An enema and a sitter.

12/29/20
(022)
Dan Patrick has offered, by God,
A million for proof there’s been fraud.
John Fetterman say
He found one in PA,
But the vote was for Trump. How odd.

12/30/20
(021)
In view of an upcoming date,
Our president ponders his fate.
The poor guy is hurting.
It’s so disconcerting
That lawsuits and audits await.

12/31/20
(020)
A year of loss, a year of profound change
An arc not stalled by simple turn of page
Continuation of the hope and rage
But please, a little less of scary-strange.

Just let this nightmare slither out the door
Each day brought scenes of humans at their worst
And may tomorrow bring a better first
With just a hint of healing at the core.

Here’s to a peaceful final twenty days
No drama or events on which he thrives,
Ringmaster for this circus of our lives,
Just darken now the stage on which he plays.

May 2021 bring some good stuff
Of 2020 we have had enough.

10/1/20
(111)
Good people are wondering why
Donald told the Proud Boys to stand by.
He’d rather you bleed
Than to ever concede.
Dear God, what a pip of a guy.

10/2/20
(110)
What does the future hold, what does it mean
To spend such energy poo-pooing masks
While tending to fundraising rally tasks,
And now you find yourself in quarantine.

Drown out the experts. Elevate the quacks.
Downplay it and dismiss it as a hoax
Use victims as the butt of your sad jokes
The virus doesn’t care who it attacks.

Make pouty faces. Hurl your insults.
Pretend to all the world that you’re immune
They’ve seen. They know you’re just a big buffoon.
Shut up, go home & wait for the results.

It’s said the symptoms can be quite infernal.
You’re positive, but hey – Hope springs Eternal.

10/3/20
(109)
Submitted at this time for your approval:
A man indulged in risk and spreading lies
Airlifted for his care before our eyes.
Ten more so far with quarantined removal.

The new Rose Garden dared reveal its thorn.
As social Senators and staff got pricked
When Trump announced that Barrett was his pick.
Mixed feelings here within a nation torn.

We’ll push on through says Mitch McConnell, scoffing.
The vote will come as planned – no need to fear.
How fitting he’s pretending not to hear
The sound of more committee members coughing.

A new dimension far beyond the known
A far-off place we call…
The Twilight Zone

10/4/20
(108)
Our President’s had quite a scare.
Walter Reed – yeah, it’s good that he’s there.
No time for the flu,
He’s got work to do –
Like gutting Affordable Care.

10/5/20
(107)
Donald Trump just did something outrageous.
He went out for a drive while contagious.
Was he breathing toward
Secret Service on board?
Well, I hope that they’re making good wages.

10/6/20
(106)
Triumphant in return he mounts the stair.
A stop. A photo-op. Mask off with flair.
He stares the virus in the eye and wins.
Round Two of staff infection now begins.

Salute the docs who brought about this day
With care beyond what we could ever pay
Salute the magic raft of drugs they used
That may leave him unstable and confused.

And now he’s back at work, signing and tweeting
Three days after he gave Covid a beating
Salute the man himself. He’s at his peak.
I guess the folks who died were just too weak.

How will this drama play on the election
The Legend of Trump’s Covid Resurrection.

10/7/20
(105)
Miller.
The man is a walking insult.
So evil, he’s almost occult.
I’ve no shits to give.
His sole positive:
His own recent COVID result.

10/8/20
(104)
Trump’s disasters Pence chose to ignore,
Spouting fear for what Joe has in store.
The distortions he spread
Made the fly on his head
A pungently apt metaphor.

10/9/20
(103)
There once was an angry armed crew
That plotted a Michigan coup.
Drag the Gov out the door,
Incite Civil War.
No bitch gon’ tell them what to do.

10/10/20
(102)
Bill Barr has his loyalty tested.
With all of the time he’s invested,
Obama and Biden
And Clinton’s still hidin’.
Drag ‘em out and let’s have ‘em arrested!

10/11/20
(101)
Without me and my small but iron fist,
Your life as you once knew it will go blammo.
You’ll lose your Christian churches and your ammo.
Your nation will become a Socialist.

For Biden and his monster running mate,
Beholden to dark forces pulling strings,
Will bring to our Republic, awful things.
Undoing all I did to make it great.

It’s not about the money that I owe,
Or what I’ll face if I’m not re-elected,
Or issues in my tax returns, detected.
It’s love of God and Country, don’t you know.

Our Law & Order president has spoken,
But not about the laws he might have broken.

10/12/20
(100)
And finally the last 100 days.
Our countdown to the next inauguration.
Four years, whole lifetimes, passed within our nation,
And change – evolved; imposed – in countless ways.

A country rended by conflicting facts,
And seasons of great floods followed by fire
The temperature of escalating ire
With punctuating bloody, random acts.

This gravity of systems in collapse
Spurred onward by a madman at the wheel
A pestilence that many doubt is real
While far too many battle over scraps.

His tenure brought us so much unexpected.
What would be now had he not been elected.

10/13/20
(099)
Judge Barrett is one righteous chick.
A Republican Values hat trick.
Most women can see
She’s no RBG.
They’ll be barefoot and pregnant and sick.

10/14/20
(098)
How joyous to go thru a day
That balanced out work rest and play,
Then raising a toast
To the all-too-rare boast
Neither COVID nor Donald held sway.

10/15/20
(097)
Intelligent and poised. Outstanding dancer.
Her deft responses cool, too cool perhaps
This dream come true for textualist chaps
Unspoken knowns in what she would not answer.

The smugness from the ones who hold the aces.
While others question with dire predictions.
Past writings indicate her predilections,
But not a word was heard from her on cases.

Perhaps when faith and truth become so certain,
A truth that lay beyond becomes obscured,
So measured in injustices endured
By those who cannot see behind the curtain.

America could end up very odd
Were she to use her robes to serve her God.

10/16/20
(096)
At the Town Hall, that president guy
Yelled a lot and told lie after lie.
Our foul orange knave
Crowed about a red wave.
It’s a wave alright. Waving goodbye.

10/17/20
(095)
Cal fires are brutally tough.
Getting money to fight them is rough.
They’re torching our land
But talk to the hand
Because Gav didn’t grovel enough.

10/18/20
(094)
It’s a challenging time for our nation.
Altogether, a sad situation.
Every headline I read
Seems to tragically lead
To an ad for another donation.

10/19/20
(093)
Four years ago we saw a loser win.
The true majority, it did not rule.
A process artly gamed to our chagrin,
And since that time has played us for a fool.

Pulled out of balance by a loud extreme,
A center skewed past any recognition.
But notice, as before, behind the scene,
The profit takers clutching the ignition.

Trump’s real brand is not conservatism
It’s taking taking taking taking taking
The selfish piss of fire on the schism
And sick delight in witnessing the breaking.

Let’s end this poison game that he’s begun.
Our crazy uncle’s had far too much fun.

10/20/20
(092)
On health, Trump is truly a master.
Covid’s hitting more frequent and faster.
While just as expected,
Science gets rejected,
And he sez Fauci’s the disaster.

10/21/20
(091)
An epidemic at the border
From Trump’s imposition of order –
Of kids separated
From parents, it’s stated.
(Over 500, says a reporter).

10/22/20
(090)
Iran better leave us alone.
They’ve meddled with voters, it’s shown.
Sending threats, sowing doubt –
Guess they haven’t found out –
We’re screwing up fine on our own.

10/23/20
(089)
Neither one of them came off unkind.
They both kicked a little behind.
Some facts got refuted,
Nobody got muted,
And no one is changing their mind.

10/24/20
(088)
There are some who may look askance
At a recently filmed circumstance:
A hotel, a bed,
An old man misled,
And Rudy with hand in his pants.

10/25/20
(087)
Despite all the problems about,
Beyond a scintilla if doubt,
After four years of grief,
We’ll taste some relief,
The moment that we vote him out.

10/26/20
(086)
The questions, he was warned, they would be tough.
The leader of the free world couldn’t take it.
The lights too bright to even let him fake it,
He stopped and said “I think we have enough”

A tantrum as he pouts and takes a walk
Fake news in all its bias, hatred, rudeness.
No Hannity softballs for Orange Dudeness.
He tells the woman “that’s no way to talk”

How sad the free press leaves him little choice.
Defensively, he’ll lie, distort, discredit.
He didn’t say it even if he said it.
It’s Social Media that gives him voice.

And after Leslie’s interview goes south,
Pence lectures us from both sides of his mouth

10/27/20
(085)
It appears that decisions are nearing
With results Democrats are all fearing.
Soon enough we’ll find out
Her opinions about
Things she wouldn’t discuss at the hearing.

10/28/20
(084)
Who knows if it’s talent or luck
Or willingness to spend a buck
Whatever the reason
This crazy-ass season
Big deal. The Dodgers still suck.

10/29/20
(083)
They say these men created what we see –
His father, yes. And Norman Vincent Peale.
That snake Roy Cohn – his influence, so real.
Observe the marks upon him from the three.

No mercy in attacks or accusations.
Deny and counter. Leave the bloody scars.
This from Roy Cohn, witch hunter to the stars,
Who spread his AIDS through countless assignations.

And father Fred, another of the pillars.
He taught Don well: do what it takes to win.
To show a weakness is the only sin.
For in this world, there’s losers and there’s killers.

These two perspectives have so much to give
Wrapped in the pow’r of thinking positive.

10/30/20
(082)
An Omaha sight to behold:
Trump supporters left out in the cold.
They wait for a bus,
He leaves without fuss,
And that’s why they love him, we’re told.

10/31/20
(081)
When our nation’s economy’s swell,
Trump will tell ya that he made it jell.
With relief checks delayed,
And the stock market frayed,
The credit is his there as well.

9/1/20
(141)
Those Socialists throwing that fit?
Donald says he’ll protect you from it.
Then tell you with pride
Law & Order’s his guide,
But in fact he likes stirring up shit.

9/2/20
(142)
When Trump’s interviewed on Fox Newses,
He just spews out whatever he chooses:
Biden’s sick. Portland’s burning.
Anarchy is churning.
I so hope this corrupt liar loses.

9/3/20
(141)
Trump’s latest tweet storm was quite nice.
He wants this election on ice.
Since the Dems are all frauds,
Just even the odds
Making sure that you vote for him twice.

9/4/20
(140)
Once, Forest Gump, on life and all its frets
Compared it to a box of choc-o-lates
Now Trump, on murder, going with his gut,
Said death’s like choking on a three-foot putt.

In Germany and France, our fallen lay
From bitter battles of an olden day
But Donald’s hair could not endure the clime
Suckers and losers don’t deserve his time.

With flag and Bible merely photo ops
As he excuses trigger-happy cops
And “Patriots” suck up his lies and tricking,
Democracy is ripe for Donald’s picking.

While public comments clean up what they can,
The private ones still show the real man.

9/5/20
(139)
The studying of Racial Theory
Appears to make Donald Trump leery.
He’s canceling classes
On Whites being asses
Why not. It’s his privilege, Dearie.

9/6/20
(138)
New revelations from the broken fixer.
Another tell-all book upon the pile
From he who paved the rocky road with style
But still, no that’ll-change-their-vote elixir.

Hush money paid to folks behind the scene,
The bullshit of the laying on of hands,
Contempt for all the dark ones in the stands,
Red, White & Blue subordinate to Green.

The jealous admiration saved for Putin –
His nexus point of global wealth and power
Entreaties that he’d help the campaign flower,
Perhaps a Moscow Trump Hotel? Damn tootin’!

Disbarred, disgraced and under House Arrest
This Judas Suit who once loved Trump the best.

9/7/20
(135)
That Doonesbury strip’s quite a brand.
Yesterday, Trudeau laid out what’s planned.
With Sunday as “GO”,
For the rest of his show,
Trump will have COVID blood on his hand.

9/8/20
(134)
A logistics whiz, name of DeJoy,
Said “For fundraising, Don – I’m your Boy!”
What staffers donated,
He slyly rebated,
Now the USPS is his toy.

9/9/20
(133)
In Austin, Lake Travis had drama.
Five boats went down without a comma.
Those poor Trumper fools
Blew off waterway rules.
I’m sure that they all blamed Obama.

,9/10/20
(132)
Guest Poet
Senate Minority Leader
Charles E. Schumer (D-N.Y.)

“Trump lied…
…people died”.

9/11/20
(131)
And now, with Rage, suspicions are confirmed:
Our leader is a narcissistic fool,
With staff a silent, deferential tool
Who out of fear just rolled their eyes and squirmed.

With no distinction between truth and lie,
Attention span much like a minus number,
And empathy quite dead or in deep slumber,
This boastful bully, self-deluded guy

Assumes no blame but pulls in all the credit.
In 18 on-the-record interviews
Expands upon his sad, deluded views
And leaves it up to Woodward for the edit.

Confirming here an old familiar song
What some deny but we knew all along.

9/12/20
(130)
Yes, Trump is so mean and unfair,
And COVID is really a scare.
To write more, I’ve tried
But I’m preoccupied
With all of the shit in the air.

9/13/20
(129)
He gave COVID underplayed spin.
(Didn’t want to have panic set in).
But each time he’ll speak
He’ll want us to freak
On what happens if he don’t win.

9/14/20
(128)
Did Trump really say what he means
Shooting suspects in violent scenes?
Does he see beneficial
Killing extrajudicial
Like Duterte in the Philippines.

9/15/20
(127)
We’ll see how Henderson Nevada handles
The aftermath of Trump’s indoor love fest
Where Donald put the maskless throngs to test
Upon his long conveyor belt of scandals.

Behavior that is reckless and appalling
And all while spreading lies and stoking fear
Implying that a civil war is near.
Take comfort in his polling numbers falling.

To win again, with Putin he colludes,
Has Barr to favor friends and muzzle foes,
But soon we’ll grab the hook and get the hose
When this dystopian nightmare concludes.

For if that man should get another four,
Our States won’t be United anymore.

9/16/20
(126)
Sad man collecting deadly, hellish thoughts
Held captive by the shadows on the ceiling
Deleted tweets reveal a mind that’s reeling
Election night spent waiting for the shots

There’s leftist hit squads coming to your town
And deep-state scientists with their sedition
Buy guns! Buy guns! Buy guns & ammunition!
It’s come to this. They’re gonna take me down.

A Health and Human Services advisor
Advising scientists to change their tunes.
Now warning the approach of Left-Wing goons.
Could this man’s boss have chosen any wiser?

The latest news says he may soon take leave.

Good.

9/17/20
(125)
Barr’s slimy corruption just oozes
Enforcing the laws that he chooses
With absolute power,
Hello golden shower.
Trump wins and America loses.

9/18/20
(124)
Come out! Come out! Stop your hidin’!
You G.O.P. voters for Biden!
Like the once-Pence adviser
Who knows that it’s wiser
To have it be truth yer confidin’.

9/19/20
(123)
A champion and a firebrand has left.
A valiant run, but now she is at peace
Yet her demand for justice cannot cease.
A nation and its women stand bereft.

Her last and her most fervent wish was stated
And yet before the body’s even cold
McConnell’s slimy playbook will unfold
This hypocrite with conscience abrogated.

What dark cutthroat maneuvers lie ahead
What senators might have the guts to break
With both sides knowing full well what’s at stake
So many cases hanging by a thread.

Let Ginsberg’s optimism shine within you,
Believing “We the People” will continue.

9/20/20
(122)
“The people need to have their voices heard”
“Let’s hold off making this justice selection.”
“Too soon before a heated Prez election.”
You saw their quotes, now hold them to their word.

“I don’t think we should seek a nominee,
And this, regardless of affiliation
To serve the greater interests of our nation”
Their words, four years ago for all to see.

“The climate’s too political I fear.” “This court has dealt with absences before.”
“It’s better with the voters keeping score.”
Oh never mind. Trump’s made the process clear:

“Let’s find a woman who’ll vote like a man
And jam her down their throats quick as we can.”

9/21/20
(121)
Education should be patriotic!
The truth of our past? Idiotic!
We’re white, right & strong!
We’ve done nothing wrong!
Strap him down and inject a narcotic.

9/22/20
(120)
It don’t take a genius to know
A con man is running the show.
He’s screwed so much stuff.
Four years is enough.
This asshole has just got to go.

9/23/20
(119)
A landmark new record today
Our death toll hit 200K
A phenomenal job.
That ignorant blob
Sez the virus is going away.

9/24/20
(118)
Even if he don’t win, he’ll call “dibs”
Kick Democracy right in the ribs
Ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Boy, that will sure piss off the Libs!

9/25/20
(117)
Her body lies in state as mourners shout.
They say “honor her wish” and “vote him out”.
Perhaps out of respect this solemn day
He didn’t use tear gas to clear the way.

Meanwhile with the rules McConnell fudges,
Still slamming through his legacy of judges.
At stake, the right to legally abort,
And decades of an out-of-balance court.

Then for Breonna’s death, no charges filed,
Reflects a damaged system spinning wild,
With prayers for peace and justice, getting neither,
But two cops shot did not get justice either.

To turn the tide, mass voting is our task.
By mail, or in person (with a mask).

9/26/20
(116)
It’s National Public Lands Day!
Free admission to visit and play!
Celebrate their protection
And untouched perfection
With Bill Pendley going away.

9/27/20
(115)
In Portland, the Proud Boys collected
In numbers far less than expected.
For love they came callin’
Of boozin’ & brawlin’ –
A platform that most folks rejected.

9/28/20
(114)
And from the Times, the news is as expected
About our fraudulent conniving boss
Who boasted billions running at a loss
And taxes paid? Well not too much detected.

His business tactics – mostly bleed and squander.
A wizard he, at piling on the debt.
His castle but a house of cards, and yet
It’s still too much for his fan base to ponder.

His hotels tho, a steady income source
His aides and secret service do it right
Six-hundred fifty bucks per-room-per-night
The tab picked up by taxpayers of course.

Is he our first elected crook? I doubt it.
It’s just he’s so damned obvious about it.

9/29/20
(113)
Tonight a debate comes to pass,
With America watching en masse.
When the two of them meet,
How can Biden compete
With the lies Trump pulls out of his ass.

9/30/20
(112)
one heartfelt question
on behalf of a nation
would you shut up, man?

8/1/20
(172)
“President Trump”. Not the wisest of men.
Is he leaving? O God, tell me when.
May the day please draw near
When we won’t have to hear
Those two words together again.

(Not my best rhyme, but straight from the heart.)

8/2/20
(171)
The election, it keeps drawing nearer.
It’s results, day by day, getting clearer.
It’s sad and a shame
How he tosses the blame
At all except who’s in the mirror.

8/3/20
(170)
That Kushner’s a bit of a dick.
He dropped plans to test pretty quick.
In giving the screw
To states colored Blue
He’s letting their people get sick.

8/4/20
(169)
John Lewis? Trump says that he knew him.
But he can’t say how his’try will view him.
“The facts are the facts.
I’ve done more for Blacks,
And he skipped my inauguration. So screw him.”

8/5/20
(168)
Earth in upheaval
City of death and debris
This was once Beirut

8/6/20
(167)
False claims that should not be repeated
Led to Trump postings getting deleted.
Kids get the disease,
And can spread it with ease.
Two facts that he has not conceded.

8/7/20
(166)
With boundless lies and trademark baseless claims
Trump’s Cleveland show was long on passing blames
In lacking tools for cleaning up his mess,
He lashed at Biden, calling him Godless.

By stoking fears and smearing reputation,
Poured salt upon our sad and wounded nation,
Then offered up himself as the salvation
For clueless blunders of his own creation.

Trump’s fawning donor, now the new postmaster
Sets up the USPS for disaster
As sorting, staff and service take a beating
The deck is getting stacked to win by cheating.

These days the Oval Office really stinks.
This weekend he’ll get fresh air on the links.

8/8/20
(165)
A Georgia girl’s school day was ended
When a picture she posted offended.
Crowded halls, no face covered,
Lax enforcement discovered,
And for telling the truth got suspended.

8/9/20
(164)
A postmaster, name of DeJoy
Is showing that he is Trump’s boy.
A massive staff shuffle
And structure kerfuffle,
A blatant election-time ploy.

8/10/20
(163)
His deferring taxes is clever.
But defunding Medicare? Never!
Since sent here by Jesus,
He does what he pleases,
This whiniest Presidebt ever.

8/11/20
(162)
Good news? I’d say it’s a day for it.
So what does our Prez have to say for it?
“I have strong belief
In virus relief,
And I’m going to make the States pay for it!”

8/12/20
(161)
An Oakland girl, diverse and brilliant core
Her law career began as prosecutor
(Yes, Willie Brown was on the scene as suitor)
Her first campaign showed Hallinan the door

The DA years were left with mixed repute
Intelligent, articulate and strong
As time would show, occasionally wrong
Mnuchin she declined to prosecute

But took on Sessions, Kavanaugh and Biden
A nasty one, our president would note
Not many problems going for the throat
Now may she call him out on what he’s hidin’

Let’s see what Democrats will be investing
Today we saw the race get interesting.

8/13/20
(160)
Reported in Iowa quarters:
DeJoy has removed mail sorters
A sad spirit-dampening,
This blatant vote tampering
Within our American borders.

8/14/20
(159)
Reality’s easy to see –
Elections are still fair and free.
In person, by mail,
No voter will fail
As long as their vote is for he.

8/15/20
(158)
One-hundred and fifty-eight days remain
Until we see the next inauguration.
A gauntlet of a summer’s conflagration
And then a chance to vote away our pain.

Four years we’ve stoked the whims of Don the Con
A smorgasbord of selfishness and greed
All garnished by the hearts of those in need.
O, but to celebrate when he is gone.

A menace who ignores a nation’s pleading
While narrowing the pathways of dissent
Inspires rage in those who would prevent
That fool who values winning over leading.

Our troubled minds would do well to remember
Above all, where the X goes in November.

8/16/20
(157)
A seventy-one year long ride.
This brother stood long at his side.
It’s sad that he’s gone.
His mem’ry lives on.
They say it’s the nice one who died.

8/17/20
(156)
Arrest this disappearing of blue boxes
Illuminate this troubling gloom of night
How can this timed dismantling be right
This coup within a coop now run by foxes.

Who is this boss who’s never carried mail
Another shill who bought into position
Oh pardon me for viewing with suspicion
Who sees his charge as not too big to fail.

Observe the strategies of desperation
Behold the tactics of the one who places
A tyrants need for winning all the races
Beyond the moral standards of a nation

Welcome home and hope you had some fun.
Come back. Pelosi says recess is done.

8/18/20
(155)
The star of the evening? Michelle.
She summed Donald up pretty well:
Chaos and division,
A self-serving mission,
No empathy. (Damn him to Hell).

8/19/20
(154)
-Special thanks to FMA-
For the Post Office, O how I’ve cried.
Our ballots may “go for a ride”.
It’s just you’d expect
It would get more respect
From a guy with a mail-order bride.

8/20/20
(153)
He had hope when it came time for the change
That next guy would step up to the position.
Was not foreseeing such a stark transition
To one who’d be so sadly out of range.

A former leader spoke to what’s at stake
To stay unfit and selfish at the top.
He urged us – cast the vote to make it stop
And rid us of this presidential fake.

Four years, we’ve seen the worst of us displayed
Our global reputation so diminished
To stay the course, Democracy is finished
While one man puts his ego on parade

It’s hard to see our lives so sorely tested.
Some good news tho – Steve Bannon got arrested.

8/21/20
(152)
Biden’s speech came off nicely, apparently.
His empathy present, inherently
He didn’t need muster
Lies, insults or bluster,
And unlike Trump, spoke quite coherently.

8/22/20
(151)
Picked a helluva time to retire.
From the frying pan into the fire.
Well, so much for leisure
I’m up for a seizure
From politics, sickness, and fire.

8/23/20
(150)
No principles. No preparation.
The lying without hesitation.
The cruelty too, mister.
As told by his sister!
Still, some want him leading our nation.

8/24/20
(149)
Her teenager daughter is having a pout.
She’s speaking her mind. There’s trouble, no doubt.
We may never know what the fuss is about,
But Crystal Meth Barbie is on her way out.

8/25/20
(148)
Let accolades ring out about him!
We’ll vanquish the virus! Don’t doubt him!
He’ll lock up and beat
Those who poop in the street!
It’s Socialist Chaos without him!

(Alternate Ending:
He’ll beat off the throngs
Of men in sarongs!
It’s Socialist Chaos without him!)

8/26/20
(147)
Abby Johnson, a speaker of note,
Would limit some folks’ right to vote,
And gladly profiled
Her bi-racial child.
That’s enough. Please pass the remote.

8/27/20
(146)
The on-court action stopped. Players resisted
For Jacob Blake they all would take a stand.
Meanwhile Pence, so white and bland,
Described a country that has not existed.

For Law & Order’s what the man is for.
He warns of Biden: chaos and decline.
“With us the Common Man will do just fine”,
Ignoring the injustice at the core.

He spoke of COVID then with some defiance
He said his boss had stepped up like a hero
Ignoring that compassion rate of zero
And confident that miracles trump science.

Meanwhile, Fox’s Tucker ups the ante
With praises for a teenaged vigilante.

8/28/20
(145)
Trump warns us and scares us a lot,
With Biden it all goes to pot.
But riots and shooting
Sheer chaos and looting
Are problems we’ve already got.

8/29/20
(144)
Handcuffed to the bed
Seven bullets to the back
Kenosha Justice

8/30/20
(143)
The gulf coast was tragically flattened.
No matter the hatches so battened.
Is all this God’s ire
Like brimstone and fire
Or was it just something that happened.

8/31/20
(142)
To Kenosha, Trump’s making the climb
To visit the scene of the crime.
The governor’s feeling
He’ll hinder the healing.
Thanks a lot but it’s not a good time.

7/1/20
(203)
The Doctor, as cliché as it may seem,
Appeared to her quite clearly in a dream.
And in that deep, subconscious sanctity,
He offered Sacred Synchronicity.

Archetypal, this, forever to be fated
The image that she faithfully related:
Trapped in a vat of filth, immense and vile,
And he, holding her down all of the while.

What painful truth could e’er be justified
How could could her anguish lead to strength inside
And suddenly, as if she always knew –
The forward path does not lead out, but through.

Don’t quote me, as I’m not the one who knows.
But I believe that’s how the story goes.

7/2/20
(202)
It’s kind of a sad thing to see
Going on in our Land of the Free.
But his words and his deeds
All suggest that he leads
The Southern Confederacy.

7/3/20
(201)
An asset for Trump in the race,
Cain stood out, but still knew his place.
Yet he paid a high price
Cuz he knows it’s not nice
For a black man to cover his face.

7/4/20
(200)
A troubling, uneasy celebration
With fireworks and timely photo ops
Brings clouds of pepper spray and lots of cops.
Divisive words for our divided nation

Crowds gathering salute our independence.
No masks, no separation. No big deal.
But still the existential threat is real
Sad, Kim and Junior won’t be in attendance.

Those truths we hold to be self-evident
Seem mostly for elites beyond a wall.
If our sweet justice doesn’t stand for all,
They’re empty words with hollow sentiment.

May we find cause to lift our hearts today.
Tomorrow seems so very far away.

7/5/20
(199)
Donald Trump sez that he’s had his fill
Of the Radical Left and their swill:
Equality, health,
Distribution of wealth,
And perhaps maybe cops who don’t kill.

7/6/20
(198)
Lots of rockers have made it quite plain:
Keep our music out of your campaign
But Kid Rock says OK,
Like Pat Boone & Kanye.
And Ted Nugent sure wouldn’t complain.

7/7/20
(197)
Poor Donald is singing the blues.
He fell out of love with Fox News.
With his dip in their polls
He tweets and he trolls.
Newsmax has the truth he can use.

7/8/20
(196)
Donald Trump has a niece, name of Mary
Who paints us a picture quite scary.
A stern father’s wrath
Begets sociopath.
Dysfunctional family? Yes, very.

7/9/20
(195)
The Supremes said: Enough with this dance.
Hand your tax records over to Vance.
Did campaigning monies
Help quiet some Honeys
When Trump tried to get in their pants?

7/10/20
(194)
The dire warnings from the CDC
Downplayed and set aside by Trump and Pence
To urge the weary masses to agree
With faith and instinct over evidence.

Guidelines and cautions daily getting blurred.
Reopen doors of bars and halls of learning.
The logic of exposing to the herd
Akin to celebrating Rome is burning.

Fifty-seven thousand daily cases.
A broken rudder. No one at the helm.
A nation filled with angry, anguished faces.
Thin line of heroes, stuck on overwhelm.

Each day this fetid toxic mix,
A blending of disease and politics

7/11/20
(193)
The man with Nixon tattooed on his back
Is back.

Alack.

7/12/20
(192)
A rabid trickster, decades on the scene.
A mouthpiece for the global ill-repute.
This anarchist inside a fancy suit.
Deny, attack, destroy is the routine.

No need for ethics here. No bottom line.
Draw power from black arts and superstition,
Plant stories, bribe the opposition.
These tactics fit our president just fine.

Obstruction. Lying. Tampering with witnesses
Play politics more like performance art
Creative ruthlessness right from the start.
The wreckage leaves no doubt who’s hit this is.

“Ratf—king” champion, clear and undisputed.
And now, with deepest gratitude, commuted.

7/13/20
(191)
That DeVos is just one brilliant chick.
For teachers & kids, she’s a pick!
When school starts this fall,
There’s no plan at all,
Except go back to school and get sick.

7/14/20
(190)
How much is a vacation worth
Where a virus hot-spot can give birth.
Please don’t you get sick-y
When visiting Mickey
At “The Happiest Place on Earth”. ™

7/15/20
(189)
Poor Donald has faced so much trauma.
He prob’ly was dropped by his mama.
Psychological pain
Is how to explain
His blaming COVID on Obama.

7/16/20
(188)
While more and more people are dyin’
Ol’ Donnie just keeps up his lyin’.
His poll numbers? Ouchie!
Hey, time to blame Fauci!
Ya can’t blame a grifter for tryin’.

7/17/20
(187)
There’s no sign of cures or vaccines.
We’re losing our ways and our means.
Tho our country is hurtin’
He’ll make time for certain
To pose with a desk, full of beans.

7/18/20
(186)
Sharecroppers’ son. A giant of a man.
A Freedom rider, battered for the cause,
And yet for over fifty years, no pause.
Was on the scene when Civil Rights began.

For justice, over forty times arrested
In Congress, spoke for those who had no voice
That Bloody Sunday left him little choice
Til those who’d subjugate were fin’ally bested.

From busses and lunch counters segregated,
Stood tall through all the change that would occur
White hoods and billy clubs would not deter.
He saw Obama get inaugurated.

Conscience. Courage. A Legend Life worth noting.
A privilege to honor it by voting.

7/19/20
(185)
On Fox, Trump has made it quite clear:
The virus will soon disappear.
Case numbers – inflated.
Concern – overrated.
Let’s vote this guy out on his rear.

7/20/20
(184)
From the streets of Portland to the border
Trump crows about his Law & Order.
The Gestapo is creeping.
Lady Justice is weeping
And only the rich can afford her.

7/21/20
(183)
In a move that’s quaintly idiotic,
Trump tweets that masks are Patriotic.
I mean, yeah, well, how great,
But five months too late.
His delay was just slightly psychotic.

7/22/20
(182)
There once were three guys from Fox News.
With women, they’d do what they’d choose.
The case taking shape
Is harassment and rape,
Behavior we cannot excuse.

7/23/20
(181)
O, Portland, Albuquerque, Kansas City.
Chicago & New York. Oakland & Philly.
Domestic troop deployment’s never pretty.
Tear-gassing moms is dangerous and silly.

Depending on which narrative you choose,
Thug anarchy, or peaceful demonstrations,
A country with its very soul to lose
Resembles far more dictatory nations.

Trump’s gauntlet thrown to Democratic mayors
While broader issues languish on the shelf
Now, funded by its very own taxpayers,
America declares war on itself.

Yet from the hopeless middle of it all,
Rejoice to finally hear the words “Play Ball!!”

7/24/20
(180)
The Lincoln speech that every child knew
Began, “Four score and seven years ago”.
The words of JFK still echo low –
“Ask not what your country can do for you”.

Young Washington spoke words that made it clear,
Refreshingly, “I cannot tell a lie”.
With cigarette and twinkle in his eye,
Proud Truman would declare “The buck stops here”.

Said Roosevelt, from every his’try book:
“The only thing to fear is fear itself.”
And even Nixon speaks out from the shelf
With his declaring “I am not a crook”.

Now Trump’s five genius words we get to see:
“Person. Woman. Man. Camera. TV.”

7/25/20
(179)
From Covid, to uses of force,
Your tactics are hard to endorse.
Stop making a mess.
Quit your job and de-stress.
Grab your balls and get on the golf course.

7/26/20
(178)
Events escalating, evolving.
Our less-better selves are involving.
So little good news.
One thing we could use
Is a role model in problem solving.

7/27/20
(177)
There once was a Florida Gov.
In Donnie he found his true love.
He opened too quickly.
Many people got sickly.
So much for advice from above.

7/28/20
(176)
The world has us behind a wall.
We’re teargassing moms at the mall.
This disease is unchecked.
Our economy? Wrecked.
Maybe things are not “Great” after all.

7/29/20
(175)
Bill Barr’s a cantankerous cuss.
At the hearings he’s raised quite a fuss.
He knows to his core
Who he’s working for
And it sure in the Hell ain’t for us.

7/30/20
(174)
The election? Trump wants to postpone it.
Tho Congress sure wouldn’t condone it.
It seems every day
He finds a new way
To take our great country and bone it.

7/31/20
(173)
Some under-aged girls were abused.
Ghislaine Maxwell has been accused.
Trump wishes her well.
Are there stories to tell.
Are they friends or is he just confused.

6/1/20
(233)
Oh what a darkly strange four years we’ve had
All falling from the choices that were made
As one by one we saw best hopes betrayed.
Unfolding like binge-watching Breaking Bad.

It started with a wrong but simple goal,
And starred a White man, gifted as a liar
Who built and stoked his own self-serving fire
That tragically ballooned out of control.

Destruction came in waves and lives were lost.
Good people saw their souls dragged through the mud.
A trail of broken bones and spattered blood
For one who’d save himself at any cost.

November, no more episodes remaining.
This long ago stopped being entertaining.

6/2/20
(232)
Tear gassed, peaceful protestors fled
As word of his fascism spread.
Troops on horseback were feared,
His pathway was cleared
To pose with a book he ain’t read.

6/3/20
(231)
A nation in anger and doubt.
A president showing his clout.
We’re singing the blues
Searching for some good news.
Well, at least racist Steve King is out.

6/4/20
(230)
Barr’s troops make a striking tableau.
Trained and tactical. Ready to go.
He’s turned up the heat.
They’ll be sweeping the street
With no stinking badges to show.

6/5/20
(229)
It’s a gesture important but small,
But sadly there’s no shock at all
That the Senate would dither
And backing would wither,
And a bill against lynching would stall.

6/6/20
(228)
Black People, Trump feels your pain.
But the Stock Market’s rising again.
Unemployment has slowed
Which statistically showed
That George Floyd did not die in vain.

6/7/20
(227)
The White House with black fencing at its border
A Nation’s precious symbol – a fortress.
A movement that our leader can’t address,
But lurks within, while tweeting “Law & Order”.

In countless cities, throngs of people witnessing.
The call for justice ringing loud and clear,
But no clear path for getting there from here,
And not much in the way of Social Distancing.

The signs and slogans cover quite the range
As streets and parks reverberate with chants.
The joy of watching newfound strangers dance.
Go forward in this spirit. Be the change.

In other news, while Trump is bunker-hidin’,
Colin Powell just came out for Biden.

6/8/20
(226)
Let’s look at Trump staffers who quit,
And how how he’d dis them in a snit.
At first they were hailed
Then branded as “failed”,
Cuz they couldn’t put up with his shit.

6/9/20
(225)
What an old man for peace must endure.
Pushed by cops to the ground, that’s for sure.
He fell, hit his head.
They walked by as he bled.
This “Antifa provocateur”.

6/10/20
(224)
I’m not a big Bill Barr endorser.
His responses are tone-deaf and coarser.
He should know what is meant
As good Law Enforcement
Is not “Be a Big Bad Enforcer”.

6/11/20
(223)
It’s a word that’s just too sadly fitted
At our borders where conflicts are pitted
There’s refugees seeking,
And inmates just freaking.
An asylum with no more admitted.

6/12/20
(222)
The mobilized troops were all set
To counter a domestic threat
And tho’ he was there
In Lafayette Square,
A General voiced his regret.

6/13/20
(221)
A conundrum for them MAGA folks
Is a source of some pretty good jokes.
To rally with pride
They’ll have to decide –
Is COVID a danger or hoax.

6/14/20
(220)
Like most of my friends, I am banking
On Trump’s popularity tanking.
But today, heal the rift.
For his birthday gift,
Let’s line up and give him a spanking.

6/15/20
(219)
From a 6 to 3 Supreme Court spar,
Comes a ruling that reaches quite far:
The law of our nation
Bans discrimination.
It’s legal to be who you are.

6/16/20
(218)
Our government’s seeking solutions.
Each branch makes its own contributions.
Bill Barr says “hey, trust us.”
His best path to justice
Is resume Federal executions.

6/17/20
(217)
You can’t blame poor Donald for trying.
But not many people are buying.
What facts do you choose.
It’s not just fake news,
But also fake illness and dying.

6/18/20
(216)
Just what does America need.
It depends upon which side you read.
With his anger and spite,
Trump sure can incite,
But he hasn’t a clue how to lead.

6/19/20
(215)
The bunting arcs – red white and blue resplendent
The chanted slogans, 19,000 strong
A fan base that will not be proven wrong
No virus will restrict their First Amendment.

And no one else could draw a crowd this size,
Believing every word he has to say.
The fake news of the stats two weeks away
Revealing who’s afflicted and who dies.

There’s bedlam and there’s chaos at the gates
The lawlessness of Democrats elected.
No recourse tho, if you should get infected.
Meanwhile Tulsa holds its breath and waits.

A prayer for these well-meaning bullshit swallowers
Reminding me so much of Jim Jones followers.

6/20/20
(214)
Attorney Geoff Berman’s in mind.
Bill Barr says the man has resigned.
But Geoff is not gone.
His cases go on.
Guess Trump is just scared what he’ll find.

6/21/20
(213)
If you believe that
Was a million in strength,
Then you’ll believe this
Is nine inches in length.

6/22/20
(212)
Tho there’s plenty around him to flatter,
His allies are starting to scatter.
It’s been a nice ride,
But he’s on the wrong side
Of too many issues that matter.

6/23/20
(211)
The papers this morning have wrote
Of two primaries worthy of note.
New York and Kentucky,
I hope that you’re lucky
And no one is dying to vote.

6/24/20
(210)
A president who’s surely lost his reason
Still reeling from his rally’s poor attendance,
And watching our infection rate’s ascendance,
Speaks out about his predecessor’s treason.

No grounds support this baseless accusation
Why, even Lindsay Graham’s not on board
A liability he can’t afford,
This strategy that reeks of desperation.

Meanwhile: a niece’s book is called salacious.
Our immigration quotas scale back.
The push for cutting Roger Stone some slack.
No masks for Trump in Arizona. Gracious.

And perched upon our country’s tragic skid,
This president who lies but doesn’t kid.

6/25/20
(209)
Enough with the protesting chatter.
Who cares if communities shatter.
As discontent grows,
The evidence shows:
Except for his own – No Lives Matter.

(Bonus Rhyme – No Extra Charge!)

Poor ol’ Devin Nunes, and how!
His lawsuit, a judge won’t allow.
Despite what he claimed,
He wasn’t defamed,
And he can’t sue a parody cow.

6/26/20
(208)
So many worked and waited for this day.
So much was spent on this Supreme investment
The table’s set for its complete divestment
The Court’s been asked to fell the ACA.

So what, the sick and dying come in surges.
So grand to see Obama in defeat,
To watch the Libtards crying in the street
By satisfying Federalist urges.

“So there” to all the whiners left at-risk
So long to cov’rage of what’s pre-existing
Your health deserves no government assisting.
Go broke or die. Your choice. Just keep it brisk.

This lack of care is more than just a phase.
Our country’s sick in oh so many ways.

6/27/20
(207)
In a press conference held yesterday
Mike Pence had some great things to say
We’re stopping the spread
Nobody is dead
And reopening’s really okay.

6/28/20
(206)
45 is the man of the hour
His campaign just continues flower
Kiss Biden goodbye
Trump’s polling is high
Among folks who like chanting “White Power”.

6/29/20
(205)
A St. Louis couple we view
Pointing guns at a crowd marching through.
Tho within their rights,
Had ‘em dead in their sights.
In Amerika, that’s what we do.

6/30/20
(204)
Buffoonish, ill-informed, and demagogic,
His reputation takes another blow.
Within the labyrinth of twisted logic
Lies what our leader did and did not know.

The McEnany spin could make one dizzy.
A Russian price on US soldiers’ heads.
For briefing, was our president too busy,
Or was he that damned cozy with the Reds.

When you’re a more broad-stroke, big-picture guy,
Fine details are easy ones to miss.
His stable genius-ness must be why
Trump’s ignorance is his pal Putin’s bliss.

More worrisome than on the streets you’ll find
The anarchy that rages in his mind.

5/1/20
(264)
The feel of music
The touch of a welcome hand
The smell of my friends

5/2/20
(263)
So Stephanie Grisham is done,
And the McEnany Era’s begun.
In her first Press to-do
Said “I won’t lie to you”.
I’m guessing that’s Lie Number One.

5/3/20
(262)
So tired of the glowing orange face.
So tired of the ever present name.
So tired of the constant passing blame.
So tired of the speeches, void of grace.

So tired of the gestures and the sneer.
The fetid oval of the moving lips.
The whiny rasp. The waddle of the hips.
The gnawing dread of each new thing to fear.

So tired of each blatant selfish goal.
The lies that number far beyond detection.
And those who’d proudly vote for reelection
Of he devoid of empathy or soul.

And yet there is a light beyond this slump,
Embracing things that do not rhyme with “dump”

5/4/20
(261)
Those protesters don’t fear the spread.
It’s loss of their rights that they dread.
They’re angry and armed.
But their lives are charmed.
If Black, they’d already be dead.

5/5/20
(260)
On Capitol steps, a convention
Of folks who eschew prevention.
With chemtrail birthers
And deep-state flat-earthers.
Armed “patriots”, voicing dissension.

5/6/20
(259)
By boat our guys would have attacked.
To help eevil Maduro get sacked.
How nice that we’ve seen
Despite Covid-19,
Our diplomacy still is intact.

5/7/20)
(258)
Vigilantes in Georgia attack.
A young man will never come back.
Two months. No arrest.
Justice fails the test.
When you’re guilty of jogging while Black.

5/8/20
(257)
A double-shot of weariness and fear
As weeks drag on, the life we knew on pause
Conflicting truths regarding cure and cause
And no clear path to moving on from here.

Projections from the CDC and WHO
Our leader wants to wish those words away
For economic models hold more sway
Get back to work. It’s just a kind of flu.

The dark statistics get marginalized
As push turns into shove, full steam ahead
Acceptable, the number of the dead.
No mask for Trump. Is anyone surprised.

Beyond the shape and spin we’ll hear today,
Our thoughts and prayers go out to his valet.

5/9/20
(256)
For decades, did proudly his duty
Flamboyantly shaking his booty
Few of us could look finer
In sequins and eye-liner
The man who gave us Tutti-Frutti.

5/10/20
(255)
On this day, regarding our plight
I think how things could have gone right:
When preparing for bed
If she only had said
“I’m too tired Fred, so not tonight”

5/11/20
(254)
This new Barr decision draws flies.
But the winners write history, guys.
It’s right to be pissed
About charges dismissed.
Michael Flynn told “material lies”.

5/12/20
(253)
Assurances at Monday morning’s briefing
How everything is working out just fine
The boasting in a pouty raspy whine
A nasty question – suddenly he’s leaving.

Before that tho’, one word – Obamagate.
Thru hist’ry, it’s our country’s biggest crime
Specifics still a mystery for the time.
(Guess Mitch told him to shut his mouth too late).

Up next, the Supreme Court and Trump finances.
Past actions and transactions. Wanna bet
They’ll be released? Just ask his buddy Brett.
The odds are 5 to 4. He’ll take his chances.

Meanwhile, Fauci can’t be blamed for trying
To keep from needless suffering and dying.

5/13/20
(252)
Paul Manafort, worthy of note,
Serves the rest of his sentence remote.
His lock-up will cease
Granted early release
To care for that fine Ostrich coat.

5/14/20
(251)
Their conservative court did the trick.
The shelter-in-place did not stick.
Their ruling is clear.
Let’s go grab a beer!
In Wisconsin, you’re free to get sick.

5/15/20
(250)
He offers no coherent plan.
He thinks there’s good folks in the Klan.
He sings his own praises.
His lying amazes.
My God, who could vote for this man.

5/16/20
(249)
What has this poor man been ingesting.
It’s hard to believe he’s suggesting
Our number of cases
Exceeds other places
Because we do way too much testing.

5/17/20
(248)
Eric Trump offered something quite swell
On Fox News, that I can’t wait to tell:
When Election Day’s here,
COVID will disappear.
Here’s hoping his dad will as well.

5/18/20
(247)
Obama, it has come to pass,
Gave a speech to this year’s Senior Class.
How refreshing to hear
One who speaks loud and clear
From heart and head, rather than ass.

5/19/20
(246)
Both risks and rewards have been seen
Of this treatment, for lack of vaccine.
We hope for the best
As he puts to the test
Taking hydroxychloroquine.

5/20/20
(245)
Pelosi’s all hating on Trump.
Their relationship’s deep in a slump.
Fat shaming should cease.
“Morbidly Obese”?
We’d rather say “Pleasingly Plump”.

5/21/20
(244)
Unemployment’s a troubling fate.
There’s 38 million to date.
But Trump keeps on grinning,
And boasting of winning,
And keeping America great.

5/22/20
(243)
In Watsonville’s Ford plant, Trump’s dropping by.
Requests to wear a mask, but no, he ain’t.
Don’t want the inside smeared with orange paint.
For him, the rules and science don’t apply.

But rules for voting, that’s another thing.
No mail-in ballots. Too much chance for fraud
Decrees the man some say chosen by God.
The right to vote has such a hollow ring.

And in our isolation, holiday!
Memorial Day weekend to remember!
But will we look regretful come September
Because we stood too closely in our play.

In other news, now China’s in the wrong
In tightening its noose around Hong Kong.

5/23/20
(242)
Churches reopen? You bet!
Just be sure that Trump’s guidelines are met!
Our president’s orders
Transcending state borders.
C’mon – he ain’t lied to us yet!

5/24/20
(241)
As sickness and tension abound,
We know where our Prez will be found.
Helping out? Spreading hope?
Easing suffering? Nope.
He’ll be on the links playing around.

5/25/20
(240)
Memorial Day is a call
To reflect upon those who gave all
It’s sad we must ask
To please wear a mask
In concern for the folks yet to fall.

5/26/20
(239)
With conspiracy rumors to spread,
Trump’s viciously sick in the head.
His new tweeting low
Points to Joe Scarborough
And an intern who’s tragically dead.

5/27/20
(238)
We’ve read the quotes – his pivoting on China –
From touting friendship, deep respect, and praise,
To stern denouncing where blame squarely lays.
Yet fans of his say none could run things finer.

We’ve heard his lies, denial, passing blame,
And watched him golf as more things fall apart
Don’t like the facts? Just modify the chart.
And yet so many love him just the same.

We’ve seen his tweeted baseless accusations.
Fact checkers weary, can’t keep up the pace
With how he stoops to energize his base,
Our tragic bully laughingstock of nations.

That nauseating sickness that you feel
Reflecting on the person at the wheel.

5/28/20
(237)
black face in pavement
blue knee presses into neck
white hand in pocket

5/29/20
(236)
Goodbye Communist bureaucrats.
If I live, I will send my congrats.
Our country is saved.
Trump’s next term is paved
With the bodies of dead Democrats.

5/30/20
(235)
SpaceX may be launching today.
Hope the astronauts will be okay.
With our whole planet crumbling
And leadership bumbling,
Can you blame them for getting away?

5/31/20
(234)
Staring in shock at the wreck.
Injustice is stacking the deck.
America’s bleeding.
A madman is leading.
The tourniquet’s around the neck.