On The Horizon

sleepy eyes drift float
on distant waves unable
to gently crash for night

S.H. Burum

Trumped

We made it through
Inauguration Day - barely.

My lover and I,
so disgusted

with those, who, lifted
this

up, that we,
could barely tolerate,

one another.

State Of The States

My heavy heart
hangs so close to hell,
I feel the lick,
Orange.

Do we even exist,
when we know,
there is no future,
for us?

This cannot pass
soon enough.

My People

How my people have treated my people
in the days before yesterday.
I blame my fathers,

with their bloody hands
and cold hard hearts -
did they have hearts?

Or, were they walking penises?
Satisfaction the only goal.
They sure created a mess.


Me.