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.