May 23, 2018 Poetry , POETRY / FICTION

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Darrell Petska




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Donald Trump Donald Trump

everywhere I turn, Donald Trump.

I’d rather have the mumps

than all these Donald Trumps.


Donald Trump rides a horse

half of which can’t stand him.

Without so much as As-salamu alaykum,

they’d send him sprawling into gorse.


Among tough hombres

Schwarzenegger has cojones.

Donald Trump’s no Terminator.

Hands too loose? Maybe satyr.


Donald Trump’s hair trigger

has no equal on Twitter.

So please please use it

to fire Scott Pruitt.


All humans bleed red.

Donald Trump bleeds red.

So does a pig, a donkey, a rat.

That’s all I have to say about that.


Speak softly? The Donald simply can’t.

Big stick? Regarding that he loves to rant,

gadding about Mar-a-Lago’s links

and swinging it till Chairman Kim blinks.


Donald Trump’s a bad necktie

strangling truth and justice.

Come on, Russia. Fire the guy!

It’s too much to expect of Congress.









As bombs fall

and bullets fly

and life escapes bodies

in little bubbles of despair


which the bored gods

with their razor-sharp nails

lackadaisically pop

as they rise from the

ever-churning bubble machine

their minions maintain on Earth—


most ascend untouched,

merging with stars

whose glows we assign

to our departed dears,

recalling the myriad ways

their eyes shining with

light reflected love.






Darrell Petska

Darrell Petska’s writing has appeared in Mobius: The Journal of Social Change, Chiron Review, Whirlwind, Star 82 Review, Outcast Poetry, The Missing Slate, and elsewhere (see conservancies.wordpress.com). Darrell worked for many years as communications editor at the University of Wisconsin-Madison, leaving finally to focus on his own writing and his family. He lives in Middleton, Wisconsin.

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