Last evening nightmares opened up my eyes—
I dreamt of politics subject to lament—
And, hands still shaking, I met a surprise
When late-night news streamed “Madam President!”
Still stupefied, I searched, opened the blinds—
Looked out upon a world I saw anew!
Without Twitter tirades or fear-plagued minds,
This universe was too good to be true!
Walls crushed, bans gone, no “alternative facts,”
Gone Ryancare, and Russia, Dreadful Sound—
Mike Pence is past, and Spicer can RELAX,
‘Cause big old baby Donald’s not around…
Yet when I saw no one had been offended,
Reality returned and daydreams ended.
A call is placed from Spicer—high alert!
The trusted men and women straggle through.
Attorneys prod and poke and lift the skirts.
He’s looking for the source, whose ass he’ll chew.
The accusations fly across the room.
iPhones are grabbed, the tablets nabbed—adieu
To your career, if secrets found—you’re doomed.
“Confess!” he yells, while staring down his crew.
Their protestations counter every charge
Of treason Spicer lays on his new guard.
The tempers flare in people small and large,
Their reputations questioned, threatened, marred!
I pity them, who take the fall for me,
Though all I say is, “coffee, Sean, or tea?”
—GSU, TEU, SF
Farther and farther off, until the news
Is orbiting another, cooler star
Entirely. This sense of life is far
From life; the sound of news, a déjà vu
Like images of rocks, irradiated
Before the chance of life can emerge.
If we imagine hawks, it is an urge
Built of old command, of nations stated
In scripture, circles from the hands of monks
Read once as warning, then as trap again,
And finally as fencing enemies From oval office. Mad frequencies debunk
The real, the phone just rings and rings the drain,
And cruelly, all souls turn planetesimal.
A man of business, TV, and spray tans
Is now in office. He has big—huge—plans.
Now younger hands will handle business facets—
Without his power they’d fumble his assets.
They met the Japanese; with equal ease,
They tagged along to meet the tech industry.
When leaders discuss regulation’s costs,
His heirs just take their place around the trough.
He tries to make his animal farm rich.
It’s added to an ever-growing list.
Napoleon can seize what he desires.
The pigs will gain because we fight and tire,
As Spicer squeals, and expects us to buy,
“As long as market’s open, we’ll sell high.”