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The President is believed to be hiding in the basement. —BBC News
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He who refuses to be dragged
from office, to relinquish offshore
assets or his own people — whom
he gasses for their own good —
is actually upstairs in the Imperial
Bedroom, guarding his country
from infidels and zombies.
His two remaining aides hover,
having long since drawn heavy
drapes against the crowded city
square, having cut off incoming calls.
He could have had them both
braised and served at state dinners.
The Green Book is open on the table,
but he sits and stares past it. In the last
few hours, despite the bright Hawaiian shirt—
properly insouciant garb—he’s grown wild-
eyed as a man about to be discovered
hiding in a hole, a dog about to be kicked.
And now the dogs, they gather in the square.
Julie Bruck is a Canadian poet and writer who lives in San Francisco. Brick Books has published four of her collections.
Copyright 2018 Julie Bruck. From How to Avoid Huge Ships by Julie Bruck (Brick Books, 2018).
Roll Call
Consider the presidents
the Republicans have
given us this and the
past century:
dense, stodgy
Eisenhower who at
least had the decency
to go out wisely;
stiff Nixon, so twisted,
devious, and shifty;
big jock Ford, all
stumbling mediocrity;
Reagan, all smiley,
duplicitous senility;
Bush I with his
starched complacency;
Bush II, all befuddled
incompetency;
and now Trump,
comb-over to toes
an astonishing
monstrosity.
Call this a political
party?
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Thanks, Michael!
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Love this. A spiral since then.
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