Trump As A Fire Without Light by Darren C. Demaree

TRUMP AS A FIRE WITHOUT LIGHT #13

This is all conflict.  I have no interest in a compromise.  That orange snapdragon
wants my children.  He can’t have them.  That orange snapdragon wants my
brothers and sisters.  He can’t have them.  This is all conflict.  This is our conflict.  
We will have to remove the tongues from every flower.  There can be no peace
while the garden is trying to taste us.





TRUMP AS A FIRE WITHOUT LIGHT #14

Time and much of the handling of time has stopped at this crossroads.  Do these
years need their own name?  Does the crowd in the courtyard want cake?  Will
we trust a single intimacy while we live in the Midwest?  I am expanding my
intimacy.  I want my bed to spill over into the neighbor’s yard.  Maybe if I can give
Ohio a proper show they will remember their own bodies, and stop talking about
all of the women they’ve never touched.  Will one look at my naked wife remind
them that her body is not theirs?





TRUMP AS A FIRE WITHOUT LIGHT #15

How the gold flops from the weight of gold, and how the gold becomes both
things in the mirror of gold.  I think we can just distract the son-of-a-bitch with
some shiny shit.  We can do that for four years.  We could buy him.  Why don’t
we just pay the man?  That’s what he wants.



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Bio: Darren C. Demaree is the author of six poetry collections, most recently "Many Full Hands Applauding Inelegantly" (2016, 8th House Publishing). His poems have appeared, or are scheduled to appear in numerous magazines/journals, including the South Dakota Review, Meridian, New Letters, Diagram, and the Colorado Review. He is the Managing Editor of the Best of the Net Anthology and Ovenbird Poetry. He is currently living and writing in Columbus, Ohio with his wife and children. 

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