BLOOD COMING OUT OF MY WHEREVER

—for Donald J. Trump
Yes I've got blood coming out of my Wherever 
and my patience has gone thin. You see
I'm using up my extra wattage to tap into
the Oracle, The Goddess. I am Athena the owl
on my perch, swiveling my head, no longer
watching you; I just can't even.

Yes I've got blood coming out of my Wherever,
that portal to the place where souls come through
and I know why you fear it, I have magic much
stronger than you, I have dreams and spells
men once knew and they revered us;
that time will come again

because time is labyrinthine, not linear
that's why you feel so lost, strangled
by hedgerows and hedge funds and artful deals.
You think that you control things but you're
a toddler run away from his Mum, kicking
other children's castles into the surf

and I have blood coming out of my Wherever
like the tide, the power of celestial bodies echoes
in my womb. I don't blame you for being jealous,
but you couldn't handle this kind of power, that much
is obvious. I've got Kali on speed dial, I've got friends
in high places, higher than you.

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