July Poem 6



His eyes contracted half

Of the hot days of summer.

After the initial tension,

The deep brown groan of the tabletop

Withered and fell.


In the yard,

Ornaments, living decorations,

Haunches, clipped and shaped,

Began to ooze

Blood and goo.


Should voters know more

About the fun they had

Trying different combinations

Before deciding on

The King of Heaven, Mr. Trump,

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