Instead of merriment Tonight I sailed My eyes to The window and its sights:
Man walking dog in orange streetlight Bike rushing by with boombox playing Mariah Carey Trump shaking Un's hand, I in disbelief and feeling wholly defeated For now, this apparent success, This summit that objectively surpasses All leaders before Trump, Will be used for the benefit of 18' and 20'
I'm tired I think
These bell-less nights Where the only sounds I hear Are the turning of pages And near muted televisions, I'm tired I think
There is an exhaustion in a Monday night There is a moment of wavering will There is the expanse of time With so much to fill, to feel, to become, to let down