Percy Dovetonsils Poems

Sam Shepard is dead
though I'm still reading
his several collections
of short stories
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Trump takes America hostage.
He keeps her
chained
in the freezing basement
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who introduced me
to Billy Collins' wit
cannot walk or talk,
lies paralyzed
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1 The Don is my caddy; I shall not want.
2 He maketh me to lie down in deep depressions: he leadeth me into the water hazard.
3 He pulleth my wool over my eyes: He bleedeth my wallet and bankrupteth my budget for his hunger's sake.
4 Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of the death of my democracy, I will fear no evil: for the Don art with me; His driver and wedge they battereth me down.
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Turning and turning in the widening flatscreen
The Donald cannot hear the Donalder;
Democrats fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere Alt-right is loosed upon the world,
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Why,
after 60 years of civil war
am I almost ready
to be myself?
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The New York Times
announces
the impending extinction
of the yellow cab.
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You introduced me
to Billy Collins
and now you're paralyzed
in a nursing home
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Those papers
covering the chairs
and desks
and coffee table
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How are you failing? Let me count the ways.
You're failing to the depth and breadth and heights
Your shaded soul can reach, when dealing out slights
With your racist, conman's, plays.
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