donald trump

in the darkroom
brief appearances
conformity lurking
it seems someone is

apparently haunting
death on the premises
basic tenets
to lack as a lyricist

same old sickening feeling
lounging and lingering
cutting my fingertips
spreading disease from

my truthful lips
cutting and swearing
lunging rewinding
the boundary i dont resist




to embrace the sweet dark
prisoner
sigh for the plaintiff