This poem is a mashup of Claudius’ soliloquy from Hamlet, and Donald Trump’s speech declaring his second run for president. It was first published in Unlikely Stories Mark V. O, my offence is rank, it smells to heaven; I’m a victim, I will tell you. The vicious Republican
he came up on an eagle on a sandbar looking over his shoulder bloody beak dripping with dead cormorant...
The host in the machine dwells in selfless piety of abrogated selfish-less common sense...
i’m standing in a dark closet dreaming dreaming like a monkey what a monkey sounds like what a monkey sounds like when it stubs it’s toe
there are no levels of spiritual development, no hierarchical scheme, Jacob’s ladder may be climbed by all. The key to heaven’s gate is visible on the mat.