For every time they let me walk in.
I knew they had won and only wanted one thing.

I grew tired of waiting so eventually I gave in.

Then you took me by surprise when your gain wasn't their win.

120 TRUMP POEMS AND
3 POETRY BOOKS AT BEST
I CHALLENGE ALL WORLD POETS
TO BE PUT TO THE TEST



IF YOU CAN BEAT MY BEST
I WILL HEED TO YOUR TEST
BECAUSE IF YOU CAN DO BETTER
LIKE A BARRISTER MY CASE I REST



" THE TRUMP CHRONICLES" THIS BOOK WILL CHANGE
THE WORLD ON THE TRUMP PRESIDENCY

BLOW
But the second time it comes undone
Redundancy and cardboard boxes under the Christmas tree
******* the professor - "Fun fact: by the time you turn 20, half of your taste buds have
Died"
Holly has tried to die while keeping her memory intact
She won't want to forget this
**** the twine, slip knots slip
-Not in the good way-
Her father said he loved her not in the good way
The bongos are too loud for this place and they aren't instruments
Skin wrapped over emptiness
His Catholic echo
Georgia watches him flap up to the podium,

TAKE A PICTURE OF MY GOSPEL GUT
I HAVE DIGESTED MY DESIRE
Desire: verb, derived from the root word '******'
We have several walls between us, baby
Tell me all your passwords.

Tabs under the tongue, Joey can't taste her iris and how she constricts
Hurting is a good sign, sin, sigh
You will never know how to get inside.

Bird-**** on your shoulder waiting at the alter, Holly is late and the clock is expanding inside of her throat
Deep, suicidal
Clean your clothes, wipe off your cellular corpses flaking like funeral snow
Joey, baby, tell her you cannot taste her entrances
Tell her she does not remind you of ash and acid
Tell her you have not been licking your lips ever since she gave birth to you

The middle child and you have never believed in God.

"Want/need/feel/blah"

But our bodies makes noises when we are not around
Are mistranslated
       misunderstood
       misused
       mistreated
Crack of the arctic knuckles crack

-The whip on the horse to make it go faster
-The egg on the bowl to keep your hands clean
-The dawn that splices through skinny windows crack

Blue
I have noticed our Shadows
How they snap on the sidewalk
Like high-heeled claps and click

Went my back when I stretched
And I remember when this first started
And I asked if I could lean on your shoulder sweet spot
And I did for a while
And resting next to your throat was noisy
And we don't do that anymore
And I don't do that anymore

And
There you go, that familiar sound
(that same old sigh, that ticklish taunt, that numb noise - croaky crack)
You would think "Anymore"
Is a blah word
Because that is what my feet said

Blue
You are not around anymore
Our bodies aren't on speaking terms.

my heart aches
when i think of your face
but only because of the could've beens.

what could have been if you'd liked me back
what could have been if we had dated
what could have been if you loved me.

i ache and mourn those could've beens
because my heart thinks they should've been
but they weren't.