Post inauguration: 
I am waking every second hour, like
some mother with a purpled newborn,

    hand on downy head and rounded belly
    checking, checking only to be sure
    are you still awake are you still breathing

    I'm never sure. There is no dawn today 


Evaporating grayness without joy.
For about two minutes when I wake up, I remember nothing
    (No, I don't remember or forgive)
    
    My dad was...

Post inauguration: 
I am waking every second hour, like
some mother with a purpled newborn,

    hand on downy head and rounded belly
    checking, checking only to be sure
    are you still awake are you still breathing

    I'm never sure. There is no dawn today 


Evaporating grayness without joy.
For about two minutes when I wake up, I remember nothing
    (No, I don't remember or forgive)
    
    My dad was...

If all else fails, I want you to know that I love you
In the midmorning, when white with light the breakers spill
Across the bound horizon

And tell me are we bound with rot contagion-in the keeping
Of the sidewalk and your jewelry that cracks and 

Hypernatremia can make cartilage shrink. Don't ask me why I asked that
I love you too, old man. Surprised
to see it said

You're not my sleep, nor soul to keep 
the blue...

Even in the tremor I looked through its eyes and saw death
Wading in waist high water, there stood grim
And gory slaughter

Arranging rodent carcasses. It did it just for me
A cracked polystyrene man, who crumbles and burns
To the last syllable of recorded time

I’ve heard it in the chillest land
The anguish of the Earth absolves our eyes
Moloch, Moloch, Moloch

—Suppose you find this land: who will give it over to you that you might...

Here I say: dark shadow
Brambles called my mother from July
Humbled the old red jacket in a racket of silent insects
And their needles, all these beetles
Of July

And here I say: red shadow
Meet the racketeer in his damp alley, wear your Sunday face 
Vanish hopelessly soon, but not from fear, that second jeering Nally
In the alley

At last I see: blue shadow
Lost to frosting engines in your liquid stomach
Pummel midnight's bark, the lark ...

    our eyeballs glazed with blue
marking our bodies and suffocating blue
lipped.
    (in a fire, crawl to reach the door. The blazes rise, and gases from the floor)

    Lest you are assumed among the dead
quaking in that solemn trap of gauze, or withered by a mother’s fearsome gaze.
    No sir, we will not sing of grace.
    
    We sing assured that she was always dead
    and held aloft to keep us in...

    There is that mangy spirit
Decrying my bald excess, my printed
Natty jackets, the hand dyed
    Covers of my bed, the painful
Murals, ratcheting up these many years
With every layered layer
    
    No more hospital white expanse
So easy to clean. I am the bowerbird!
    I plaster the walls with origami paper
    My pens are everywhere!