13 Ways of Looking at Collusion

With apologies to Wallace Stevens
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/45236/thirteen-ways-of-looking-at-a-blackbird
With no apologies to Donald Trump
https://www.nytimes.com/2017/12/28/us/politics/trump-interview-excerpts.html

I.
Among Republicans and Democrats
Virtually every one has said there is
No collusion.
There’s been
No collusion.
Everybody knows the answer already.
There was
No collusion.

II.
They walk around blinking at each other.
I have no expectation.
I can only tell you that there is absolutely
No collusion.

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III.
A hoax,
A ruse
A made-up problem
An excuse for losing an election

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IV.
A Democrat and a Republican
Are one.
A Democrat and a Republican and Collusion
Are one

A Lover’s Quarrel, Lindsey Kustusch

V.
I do not know which to prefer
The beauty of inflections
Or the beauty of innuendoes
That there was
Collusion
Or that there was
No collusion

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VI.
I saw Dianne Feinstein the other day on television, she said,
There is
No collusion.

Line of Flight, Sarah Yeoman

VII.
I watched Alan Dershowitz the other day, he said,
Number 1, there is
No collusion,
Number 2, collusion is not a crime,
But even if it was a crime, there was
No collusion.
There is
No collusion
And even if there was, it’s not a crime.
But there’s
No collusion.

VIII.
The Republicans, in terms of the House committees,
They come out,
They’re so angry
Because there is
No collusion.

What Is Gathered Will Disperse, Lindsey Kustusch

IX.
Every Democrat is saying it
Frankly there is absolutely
No collusion
That’s been proven
There is
No collusion.

What Is Moving Will Be Still, Lindsey Kustusch

X.
The congressmen have been unbelievable in pointing out what a
Witch hunt the whole thing is.
So, I think it’s been proven that there is
No collusion.

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XI.
But
There is tremendous collusion
Including all of the stuff with the —
And then whatever happened to the Pakistani guy, that had the two,
You know,
whatever happened to this Pakistani guy?
Whatever happened to him?

Whatever happened
With the two servers that they broke up into a million pieces?

That was a big story

XII.
It makes the country look bad
It makes the country look very bad
It puts the country in a very bad position.

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XIII.
There was collusion and there was no collusion
There was tremendous collusion
And there was no collusion

You know, we hear bullshit from the Democrats

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©Melinda Rooney, 2018

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Skeleton Prayer

Peter Breslin

Guard the great lands of Ilium and Ischium tonight,
Watch out for trochanters and the dreaded acetabulum,
Arrange thy phalanges in phalanxes both distal and proximal,
Align all of thine intertubercular sulci and glenoid cavities,
May atlas and axis roll free
May the great iliac crest never fail or fade!
And so, dear fibula and tibia,
I bid thee goodnight.

©Peter Breslin, 2018

Peter Breslin is a teacher, musician, PhD student in plant conservation biology at Arizona State University and writer who lives in Tempe AZ.  See his ‘Recycled Declaration’ here 

To 82 Women: A Former English Major Processes the Weinstein Scandal

First pub­lished in The Satirist
https://www.thesatirist.com/poems/82-women-former-english-major-processes-weinstein-scandal.html

[Af­ter An­drew Mar­vel­l’s To His Coy Mis­tress]

Would you had clout enough, or ties;
Your cringe, my dear, might not be so un­wise.
We would mu­tu­ally mas­sage, and think which way
To wank, and pass our long love’s day.
Thou by the Roche-Bobois
Shouldst rub­bers find; here, I’ll take your bra
Turn down the bed; I would
Love you ten sec­onds be­fore the flood,
And you should, if you please, re­buff me with a sob
Un­less, that is, you want to keep your job.
My veg­etable love should grow
It some­times takes awhile, you know
(It’s partly why I do this)
A minute or two should go to praise
Thine ass, and on thy pussy gaze;
Twelve sec­onds to adore each breast,
And maybe twenty for the rest;
A fin­ger laid on every part,
I don’t give a shit about your heart.
For, lady, you de­serve this state,
Nor would I love at lower rate.

But at my back I al­ways hear
My class­mates’ voices: ‘Fatty! Zit­face! Queer!’
And yon­der all be­fore me looms
-I’m ugly, af­ter all-just empty rooms.
Say no and I will take it out on you
And in my mar­ble john, will coo
My echo­ing song: ‘please watch me mas­tur­bate,’
And it will be too late.
I’ll yank your con­tract; you’ll flee to Dubuque,
To moth­er­hood, per­haps, and tod­dlers’ puke
And your nascent gifts all turn to dust,
And into ashes all my lust;
Un­til the next one.
Dubuque’s a fine and pri­vate place,
But none, I think, do there em­brace
(None with in­flu­ence, at least).

Now there­fore, while the youth­ful hue
Sits on thy skin like morn­ing dew,
And while thy as­pi­ra­tions war with self-re­spect
Now let us sport…look! Fi­nally erect!
And now, like a hooker vir­gin an­gel
Rather at once my junk de­vour
Come on, let’s go and take a shower.
Let me roll your un­der­wear and all
Your sweet­ness up into one ball,
And lift it to my face
De­mol­ish all your wishes with rough strife
Drag you through the iron gates of life:
Then hug me at the Os­cars: air-kiss, quick!
And keep it to your­self that I’m a prick.

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©Melinda Rooney, 2018