in a stark october

 
i am stoppered...
bottled waiting perhaps distilling
and cannot write

ruins of vegas pervade
and a pervy harvey bathrobe wades
but it's the glaring sickness of trump
that grey the days
and long the nights of my recent slump
 
i will speak again
but for now
i shelter
and i lick the wounds of america
weltering
and weeping with flies
 
these days
in the stark october daylight
i am simply too stunned to write