The Mind is its own Place - for Trump and Hillary - Published in Yellow Chair Review 11/11/16 today

The Mind is its own Place

We all yearn to go back

to the edge of that fire and kick

that fucking election, the religion, the race

of an entire nation in the balls

so everything breathes

at the rhythm of our lungs.

But none of that worries us now.

We worry about the detonator of tomorrows,

the almond beyond the shell,

the shiny nugget, and the damn heat

even when we know it’s November

and an eerie cold is fast approaching.

We want pleasure to surround

our waist.  It can be you, or anybody else

who embraces my body

already lightened

from the burden of the world.

Yes, you can take me

to the sea inside

where there is only the sound of blood

running like a flowered beast.

And so, I go back to my room

tell myself,            

fuck it, it’s better this way!