Trump Drives On Deep Into Twitter
(watermelon 3 of a 12 watermelon poem)
for Richard Brautigan
I have two cheeseburgers, Doc Holiday said
to Trump, in his dream, One for each of you.
and the President had an erection,
because he really wanted both of them
cheeseburgers
He’d fallen asleep
with his Russian VHS pee tape sitting at the foot
of the bed, watching Tombstone
again
While in the wide awake world
America is a long road trip in a flesh and bones go-cart
with the breaks chopped out
and President Trump is a self-sentient catheter
rudely inserted up the pee-holes
of all his overly hydrated followers
A duffle bag shaped flim-flam
picking fights with a dead senator
while mouthing off from Hitler’s old playbook
in front of a complicate horde of red caps
felating their deeply ingrained race fears,
ecstatically attempting to prove their point with snowballs,
while cupping the entrenched testicles
of their collective hate
until all those lizard bastards HST warned us about
croak out another goddamn “Lock Her Up!”
before they cum
While what’s left of the semi-sane world
looks on, in evaporating bafflement
and Nicolas-Cage-watching-a-snuff-film-
in-that-movie-8 MM type horror
“Fuck that!”, my pillow shark screamed
We’re so lost, and
Time was invented
to rub it in when we lose things
Which is just, horrible
Sarah Sanders playing Truth or Dare
with Rudy and Kellyanne Conway
while watching that shitty new movie about
Motley Crue on Netflix
with the soul of what’s left of the Earth’s ozone
up for grabs
defcon hold-on-to-your-underpants
level horrible
Because, shit
In a game like that
Every option is a goddamn Dare
Existence melting like icebergs
into an un-hinged monster made out of
blood soaked jean jackets, extinction, and
Dare
So: We’re fucked,
Right?
(my pillow shark nods it’s front snout ‘yes’)
Inevitably, because
How are all these fragile bones of truth
supposed to survive an all you can eat
party game built like that?
The answer is: It can’t, so
What’s The Avenger’s endgame
aka best case scenario
in never being able to defeat
something like that?
#theAnswerIsNotAntman
Everything’s inevitable
Everything set up to enter its dust phase eventually
and then it all just blows away
So what do we do about that?
One can only watch Ridley Scott’s Alien
so many hundreds of times
before its ability to ward off the horrors
of the real world
wears off
“It’s obvious, Robert.”
— A Life Less Ordinary
Yep,
So now I no longer wonder
why I can’t sleep, hooray,
or whatever,
Still, once again:
it’s 2 a.m.
In a dark apartment booked in by cement blocks
where my only companion
is the sound of a 50 year old heating unit
kicking in like a broken romantic
in love with the frost
There are still nights when I kick
the blankets off
and pretend the visible mist
that slips out the mouth on my face
is you
love and crock pots
vs.
curling irons and burned scalps
Count Chocula
vs.
a shark that has never experienced cereal
the Earth’s penis
vs.
Bukowski’s youth
(Shit, it’s like we’re always taking a test)
Enough, already
Dear Window,
On this brand new cold night
I’m going to leave you open
Until it doesn’t seem fair
Please don’t take it personally
My intention is entirely selfish:
I need to exhale her
like a sky lost
without clouds
Multiverse Johnson 