This American carnage stops right here and stops right now.
-- Donald Trump, Inauguration Day, 2017
My Dear Friends:
On the eve of the Senate impeachment trial of the "Inciter-In-Chief" (David Remnick, The New Yorker, Jan. 9), I'm pleased to share this good news with all of you:
American Carnage: The Rise and Fall of the Reality Show Presidency, a collection of Japanese short form poetry about four years of life in TrumpLand, Coming Soon!
Here are the poems selected from my upcoming book for your reading pleasure:
Go Trump graffiti
a stray dog
marking his spot
NeverEnding Story, January 23, 2017
Failed Haiku, 2:13, January 2017
the sky bursting
Failed Haiku, 1:12, December 2016
bald eagle's cry
NeverEnding Story, January 20, 2017
Not My President
In my dream, after the explosion of his twitter bomb, the fireball rises rapidly like a hot-air balloon into the sky, forms a mushroom cloud, and later the first black rain falls ...
on the sidewalk
outside Trump Tower
and feel in my bones
old man winter
Skylark, 5:1, Summer 2017
A Stranger in a Land of Strangers
a bitter wind
after the inauguration
the white fence
between my neighbor and me
three feet higher
I peep through gaps in the fence
and see ... what do I see?
A dream house made up of words
and a neon sign on its roof,
flashing "Americans First."
I can't live in this promised land anymore.
The land is polluted by drunken words.
And the milk is sour, the honey tasteless.
Haibun Today, 11:2, June 2017
to be continued ...