Trump does have a rash
which caused stock market to crash
from all the backlash
wish Trump would cut crap
crashed when he ran off the map
facing one more rap
Trump seems so scary
is insulting and very
at cemetery
crippled or goner
degrade Medal of Honor
which he had demeaned
Trump stories provide
he had always lied and lied
full of much self-pride
Mom's tongue-lashing ~
far more potent than fistic thrashing
It’s high tide worldwide
shock waves lash the shore
America’s gone socialist
Russia revels in Soviet mist
Hamasniks take on Israel
like a mouse up against a lion
Ukraine’s out-growled Putin two years so far
Too bad the West won’t buy in
Europe’s nearly an afterthought
China and India ascendant
Look to African bishops and priests
on them the Catholic Church’s dependent
And with all their social-engineering initiatives
the Left’s atheists are newly propitiative
We burrow our way through each other’s lives
Nurturing wounds we pretend to believe.
Time, a sieve for palpitations created
By the language of the heart.
Using words commingled from
The breast of the best
We hope for our own salvation,
But clarity is just a day without clouds.
The only breath taken without remorse
Is the one taken by God.
Blowing matter across the windswept plains
Of our spirit with just enough salt
For one more irritation.
Each inclination of indignation
Turns to residual action
Where suicide is survived.
Every blink transitions
Into the floating lash
of someone’s whip,
Embracing a stranger’s back
with another kiss.
There is no precious cargo here.
There never was.
Like all dead end kids
We give up, grow up,
Throw up,
And survive.
In 7th grade we took
some personality tests
- they were intriguing.
I’m a hustler
- the very opposite of a
procrastinator.
I take on future
projects early, impatient
to sandpaper issues.
It’s calming to
know why I stress - it helps me
navigate my fears.
While my friends are panicked
that SAT testing time is here
- I did mine last year.
It’s easier
to submit to the lash if
we know what drives it.
The more that Trump can
Feel closed in on the more he,
Will like to lash out.
Jim Horn Haiku
Lovely Linda loved her lashes.
Batted them in pageant sashes.
With a cig in her mouth.
Until one lash fell south.
Then that lash went up in ashes.
Trying to dig it out
Whatever it is
A lash, an ash
A sliver of glass?
That pain so sharp
It's pierced my eye
And makes it tear
No, not cry
A pain so sharp
No, not my heart.
17Mar14
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