it is dark in the glow of the computer screen
the lamp by my desk has gone out
I am writing, I am typing
the commentary on the TV is of treason
the orange-menace pulling the curtain from its rungs
un-draping his naked ambitions
the fragile-façade of a crumbling democracy
American autocracy, it seems
we are governed by Hades kleptocrats
thieving like orange-rats scurrying for crumbs
my cat sits on her blue chair
bored of playing string
I can hear the soft purr of her breathing
thinking, what short work of those plutocrats
if she could
the neighbor’s door opens across the hall
someone exists the building, to start a car in the cold
plane descending to the airport, engines roaring
the city is full of revelers, the Super Bowl is here tomorrow
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