#307 - trick or treat (election day in the USA)

 

(Michele Gil-Montero's Trumpkin)

4.xi.20

307

trick or treat

(election day in the USA)

or

‘beyond my powers’

a desideratum

for the Cretan Liar series

 

 

where to begin?

 

frothing at the mouth

or dribble down the chin?

 

lost count of the damage already done

the hat under which I was thrown

 

a farmer’s wife comes in to vote

they all ran after

 

please please

but prayer is not a power

 

blind mice run

 

now the Grim Reaper comes on, stagily

to carve

 

polls show

so much there is past understanding

I must be blameless for

 

as if on that day

we began again, begin

 

to be offended

a cringe comes over

 

they are more gaoled than any

their poor filth deep

they are building a wall

 

like a miracle

it will go away

 

a huff and a puff at

the image returning

reflux all kinds

 

in a nightmare

black’s white

and bitter to swallow

how the ball rolls

where the dice, arrows fall

the temperature today

 

Science and Reason leave

high, dry

things I cannot help

or with

 

the come-to-life pumpkin

and jokey death

evil thoughts and others’ deeds

 

don’t point at me, I’m with

 

beats to the heart

and how the skin crawls

colour of this sky

 

fire come to the door

and all boats rose

 

the idiocy, itch and deep outrage

it will just be gone one day

 

can’t help

world’s breath I must breathe

 

and here, in a home

no one sees this last

 

come spectres in motley

all unbidden

 

rain in the gauge and eternity’s eye

the rainbow double and nothing

 

bird mistaking my window for its world

and that’s a kind of forever

 

I could of course leave dust

 

from the furthest stars

and from beginning

how far we are away

 

.

 

please please please

let Trump be gone

 

trick or treat?

 

see the shining through the skin

 

is anyone at home?

 

a nervous moment till we know

 

will it be welcome back America?

did you ever hear such a thing?