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Two Poems by Jim Feeney

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The Fallen (2017)

1
Goodbye Reince Priebus
no longer will I contemplate
the strange music of your name –
those slender vowels reversing,
no longer will I look for meanings, explanations –
Reince?
A salve to be applied sparingly to a wound?
Put some Reince on that cut, son!
a rinse? a douche? a poultice?
and Priebus?
Latinate portliness – a Shakespearean character,
a writ to slap someone with- Habeas Priebus,
or a complicated skateboard manouevre:
He executed a perfect reverse Priebus!
Reince, it’s been a slice.

2
Scaramucci, Scaramucci,
will you do the fandango?

Anthony, we hardly knew you,
but thanks for letting us know
about Steve Bannon
and his auto-fellatio.

3
Alas, poor Stephen,
abandoned
like a rumpled sofa.

On Reflection…. Donald Trump

America has given birth
to a giant orange child
a zaftig infant Gulliver
striding the ravaged earth
of his own imagination
trampling whole villages
swallowing…

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Thom Yorke takes a walk on Halloween Night.

 

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Thom Yorke takes a walk on Halloween Night (a triku)

The night howls, fog curls
a thin cloud bisects the moon;
at the graveyards’ edge

an abandoned well
at the bottom of that well
Thom Yorke cries for help.

The dead wake slowly
grey fists punch through mounds of earth
Thom Yorke cries for help.

 

This poem appeared last week in Oddball Magazine.