Donald Trump – An Elegy and Ode

### The real mess America is, And the great white hope as he is called, Bigger than Moby Dick, And a donkeying captain Ahab, With harpoons in his palms, chasing him, In an ocean, called the Great America, Where all sorts of bioluminescent creatures live, Divided by their faith of Moby Dick, Or the absence….

The Hair Wars

Father’s Day is a farce. Its that time of the month That on a Sunday, you go to your parents house With a cake and cut one mouthwatering slice To reflect on the years gone by. My dad always had a blueprint For life, he always saw the unlocked gate Or the un-padlocked bag with…

God

Only god gets to say Looking in the eye with a little arrogance, “you’re fired”, while flipping his quarter pounder hair Like a Big Mac, striking fear through every muscle On the chin and cheek. And still there’s something about God That you just cannot ignore. Like the mogul heart and boyish twitter account, A…

America

I know some countdowns will never start Or end. Of life, the launches that we do In our bedrooms, in our heart and in our books. We make hairstyles redundant, And some avant-garde, and a little difference In how the privileged call all the shots. The dichotomy of stripes and stars. In one first-world country…

Donald Trump – A Peek-a-Boo

In that suit-clad exterior Of a slogan-flasher, word-warrior And crowd chaser – rarely pleaser Is a man who is perennially torn By inner demons and outer stage A man who is pole-vaulting To the center stage of the oval office And be patriarch of the first family Singing with spin doctors and dancing with witch…