There it is.
As plain as skin cancer.

Another Presidential
fiction is born.

Not like Athena
from Zeus’ forehead.

But a thumb pounding
Twitter screed.

Part of the never ending spew
of his black hole self absorption.

The news looks back along the coverage trajectory
and sees pitch black.

How easily the profit motive
drew them past the event horizon.

How oblivion became a luxury
and absence a blessing.

How our scarred feelings
fail to notice a subtle touch for attention.

copyright © 2020 Kenneth P. Gurney


No men in black suits.
No bugs in human suits.
A haphazard shadow greens.
A gentle sway of line and pattern.

Bald official paperwork.
So many trees wear eviction notices.
Six more days for public outrage.
The government stumps the park.

Small black bugs hide.
Fallen bark reveals their trails.
Paths snake meandering lines.
Leaves brown in June.

copyright 2019 Kenneth P. Gurney