Trump (as Antichrist)

It's a slick prostitution.
He has them eating off the skin of his teeth.

First one claw, then the other,
then the 3rd, drumming its nails on his luxury Lexus.

Reckless athwart
the world; raw and salty, him, his own oyster.

He grabs the nation's
bulbous head, as if the world had only one neck.

He squeezes.
The right eye brightens, bulges, then no longer dilates.

He buries his talons,
tears a hole, a wound, in the mind of the masses.

A never-ending eclipse;
he swivels his head, says, "The only good one is the last one."

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Tim Queen is most recently published in the 2016 Ocean State Review. His writing has appeared in Poets and Artists Magazine and 13 Myna Birds. While studying literature at Kent State University, he met his wife Rachel and they have a daughter Sadie. They make their home in Kent, OH, not far from Cleveland where Tim spent the majority of his youth. He is a musician/songwriter in the northeast Ohio area as well as a military veteran. Tim's favorite writers include John Berryman, Cormac McCarthy, CA Conrad, and two Rhode Island poets Jerry Williams and Charles Kell.