Trump Drives On Deep Into Twitter

 

Trump Drives On Deep Into Twitter

 

(Watermelon 1) (of a 12 Watermelon poem)

            –for Richard Brautigan, on his birthday

 

January 30th, 2019, another irritable-balls-syndrome’d year

inside which Brautigan’s still dead

and the entire goddamn world has tossed itself

into the paper mache pit

 

where memories thumb rides with their elbows

and end up walking

until their shoes conk out

 

I catch my breath in old sci fi novels

and writing anything in this world I’ve ever lost

into some sort of relevant metaphor

for my dick

 

I’ve got a thing for 1970’s control panels

in real life

on TV

in my pants

 

These 2019 modern day electronics do nothing

but make feeling bad about everything: easier

 

This morning I’m convinced that everything loops

selfi-sticks and cell phones killed the dinosaurs

and after that they went away for a bunch of millions of years

waiting out evolution

for their next chance to pounce

 

Is love in the air?

Is love not in the air?

What is air?

 

Once upon now dead days,

His library card was sleeping

with her entire poetry section

 

Tonight his library card

has given up on sleeping

and stays up forever

 

making haiku’s out

of all of its late fees and

watching the Bionic

 

Woman all over again

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