Not My President (A Tanka Prose) Poem by Chen-ou Liu
Not My President (A Tanka Prose)
In my dream, after the explosion of his twitter bomb, the fireball rises rapidly like a hot-air balloon into the sky, forms a mushroom cloud, and later the first black rain falls...
on the sidewalk
outside Trump Tower
I p-i-s-s
and feel in my bones
old man winter
Wednesday, May 24, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: dream,political,winter
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