Outside my window
The appearance of many cobs
Without webs
The naked
Old lady dreams under her oppressive coverlet
Her small head empty
At this hour
What if the rain fell sturdily
The brain waving to a person
In a car
Did I say “coverlet”
Donald Trump is a doofus
Flakes of concrete wrestle
Groundlessly
The sky creamy with courage
As implied
The colors have
Swapped places—but not all of them–
To no avail
He remains a doofus
The plague was a bad time
Black flags waving in light harmful breezes
NO TV FOR A WEEK!
Then down came the edicts
what a moron
we have to understand history
In the interim the waving continues
Well, yeah, we all WISH for things
Melancholy for superficial
Stasis for running amok
Take, for example, a tree
A clarifying situation
Might be the removal of one
Dead one or one on its way out or
With distinguishable rot
& a mouth exactly like
an asshole
In the trenches the mice
Fought on, donated another couple of bucks
To the cause
We all went home then
Simply picked up our satchels