Barack Obama
A glass of whiskey tastes like 
the world around me. As the human 
race tunes in via rainclouds. Rain
clouds over the White House. Rain 
clouds as a form of memoranda. 
According to the Gallup Organization,
I’m gradually making sounds everyone 
is listening to beside a loved one.
Bill Gates
The statue of a girl pouts all night
in the parking lot. I remove my eye 
patch as the moon comes out, let the 
bats howl at me like weed whackers. 
When we meet in the cemetery
you give me a look that says,
Headache, heartbreak. The moon 
is corrugated. The moon is gone.