Its arranged mr Trump..You are to win a second term.' The plebs recall your earlier
Presidency 'and less war.) Now you still need an edge.' An attempt will be made on
Your life.' But do not fear you will be ok.'
And you will gain the white house..
Thank you for your time today mr trump
See you in the white house.'
Brr brrr Hello..Yes inner sanctum secretary yes come to the main desk and
Request the golden envelope.' To access
Our location, five minutes elapse; Ring ring..Intercom request
Sir the agent is here.' Let him in a well dressed yet nondescript man comes in
Two imposing guards flanking the short
Hall waved him he approches a massive walnut desk , its all there said the secretary 2 million in large denomination bills, thank you sir.' You have a team still ready asked the secretary.? Yes ready to go..As expected
The target 'who i will not name' now has
Been informed an attempt will be made
Yet he will be ok..So i want your sniper
To touch his ear only.' This will ensure genuine shock.' And allay public doubt.'
I shall await your competent result.'
Goid day and good luck.'
In an age of constant movement,
nothing is more urgent than sitting still.
—Pico Lyer
SEATING ASSIGNATION
The pick ax and the magazine it’s true,
The toilet bowl so white it’s often blue.
Too soft paper litters.
Chafe is not for quitters.
The bottomless vortex, a witch’s brew.
11/16/2020
I am glad to find you pretty maiden
But should your father share otherwise
I have a place of meeting, hidden
Lest our young love dies
I have found a place of meeting
Come my love, but sneak
I shall surely be in waiting
Your dad not to know, the door’s not to shriek
We shall meet in haste
Thus, thus and not otherwise
Time, we are not to waste
Till our freedom grows in size
I shall stay for you there, I shall not fail
Promise to meet me, in that hollow vale.
A poetic collaboration between Mother and son
By Jordan Adorno and Courtney Dyer
So cold, concrete heart! Absent soul, unable to love.
Your warm tears only leave me frozen.
Ice flows through your veins
Frosty demeanor, feeding off the vulnerable!
Like a sadistic vampire, draining the energy of naive souls, doomed to sink into
your abyss.
Your fangs of poison limit my days as your words ravish my soul.
Everything you touch crumbles, I witness as you punch the blood-stained rattle, and
I fall into a loveless void.
Barren of empathy, your actions bring me nothing but hostility.
Tell me again the definition of bliss.
For in this wretched life this fact I have missed
I imagine dying, naked in the snow; you dare not to see
I endeavor in wanderlust, wanting courage to flee.
Yet I am no longer your snow queen; I am fearful and icy.
You offer me no benevolence, solace, or a trace of a happy sensation.
Now I hold my garnished gun, fantasizing of the bloodbath of your obliteration.
Co-written by Jordan Adorno
So cold, concrete heart! Absent soul, unable to love.
Your warm tears only leave me frozen.
Ice flows through your veins
Frosty demeanor, feeding off the vulnerable!
Like a sadistic vampire, draining the energy of naive souls, doomed to sink into your abyss.
Your fangs of poison limit my days as your words ravish my soul.
Everything you touch crumbles, I witness you punch the blood-stained rattle, and I fall
into a loveless void.
Barren of empathy, your actions bring me nothing but hostility.
Tell me again the definition of bliss.
For in this wretched life this fact I have missed
I imagine dying, naked in the snow; you dare not to see
I endeavor in wanderlust, wanting courage to flee.
Yet I am no longer your snow queen; I am fearful and icy.
You offer me no benevolence, solace, or a trace of a happy sensation.
Now I hold my garnished gun, fantasizing of the bloodbath of your obliteration.
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