The Perfidy Report

Day 296: Bromance

It’s like a lover’s tryst,
this meeting in Vietnam.
First you say
you won’t see each other
for clashing schedules
then—surprise! There you are!—
together in matching blue, 
hulking over his small frame,
shaking hands, looking adoringly at him,
this ex-spy with his sinister smile.
And you’ve asked him point blank 
if he would betray you
and of course
he has said No, my darling. Never.
Though your election pleases me.
And you believe him.
Of course you do.

He is your tin god, this tyrant,
like your abusive father,
more grossly masculine 
than you can manage,
stronger than you 
in so many ways.
How much pussy he must have grabbed!
You can only imagine.
And now he’s got you 
by your short hairs
with a stack
of kompromat
and you’re the pussy.

–November 11, 2017

Day 308: Tear Down to the Post-Apocalypse

Almost a year
since the election
and the time has taken its toll:...
Lost sleep, lost dreams, lost hope,
broken hearts and bodies
drowning in fear and tears.
Around us,
the world gets dirtier, nastier,
dumber, devolution and decay
outstripping even common entropy.

Tearing down
is always easier
than building,
demolition and destruction
easier than
the thoughtful shaping
of a just world,
and these men
are the masters of chaos.
Their world has no foundations
or building blocks.
It’s a wasteland
of greed and self interest,
filled with the ruins of institutions
of learning and light,
scavenged to put up
cobbled-together walls
by the people
who think
good fences make good neighbors.

–November 2, 2017