Trump haiku #11

it’s taking way too

long for green blades to break through

this evil concrete

Gary plays Winston

That's a lot of make-up

and that's a lot of scotch

and a lot of Champaign

and how many cigars?

an excessive man

oldman

eyes

staring down a compromise with the devil

buying time with lives

orating hearts to resolve

out-thinking ambition

and undue pragmatism

to defeat the darkness 

Roger at Christmas

with a bounce

and a hand patting couch

you joy in

ancient

angel song

dad strumming the world

and your mighty legs dancing praise

you sing along

adding your

new new voice

to the billions before

latin words snowing black ground

with white gloria

your bare feet pounding floor

so strong

so sure

            so great

Sweelinck

falling notes orbit

your

head

white flakes

like that Shakespeare ruff

around your neck

and you stand there

sad sandy eyes

ordering and re-ordering God

into cool crystal lines

of imitative wonder

morphing this darkened winter

into rhythmic syncopated

magnificat and angel song

white wings fanning

vortexing

beating the heart

this all behind those tragic eyes

as gentle snow gathers

around your boots