In a dream I had
the children were all
jumping rope and skipping
hopscotch while singing the following song,
a song they had constructed, I’d guessed,
from overheard snatches of their parents
nightly conversations:
“Donald Trump, Donald Trump, go away.
In the dump, in the dump, you should stay.
The 25th amendment, we should evoke
I’d buy some shit to throw but I am broke.
I can’t afford shit now and I am sad,
I can’t afford PT, my health care’s bad.
This war in Iran is morally wrong.
In a jail cell, that’s where Trump belong.”
As the games broke up and the kids
went back into the building from recess,
I could hear the conversations continue
about how much each of them hated
the leader of the free world, which,
I heard one little girl say, didn’t seem
so free anymore. “Fuck that guy,” she said.
“I can’t wait for the midterms.”
In the dream I felt a little hope for
the future, and then I woke up.
michael jarmer 
I am loving your poetry this month!
I like reading about the albums, but this is really cool to me.
How does one get affiliated with NaPoWriMo???
I seem to have my internal writing muse back, and I’d like to see what that entails, and where it takes me.
There’s a poetry share coming up at my local library, and there’s the Willamette Writers chapter that meets up each month there as well, so yanno: one more tool…
Hey there! Thanks so much for this. It’s wonderful to get the feedback! Re NaPoWriMo, just go to their website and, and look for the submit your site button. It’s easy. https://www.napowrimo.net/