a 4-tanka sequence
alone, soul-exiled
from Trumpland with its lies
and hush money,
I binge hour after hour...
Jan.6th hearings
once blood-stained
the Capitol's arched portal...
in two weeks
the Convicted Felon will take
(the oath and) the Power
51st state
the Gulf of America
buying Greenland...
with mind-punched news turned off
I stumble into the dark
the Arctic tap
wide open to send chill after chill
as far south
as the Gulf of 'Trumperica'...
long lineup at Mar-a-Lago
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