Zachary Taylor Knox
(sexual dysfunction)
forget the bombs that fell from his big
strong trump arms just microwave the cold
lie and stare deeply into michelle
osama’s big brown twinkie eyes
keep living just to be alive is
only a disguise for the repression
we hide in bearded caves
of watergate that scholars
contemplate but remains a mystery
to as why we care the scandal was
his hair, jfk just looked more
presidential like he wanted to
fuck you, after all he said he held
people’s needs near and dear once they
turned eighteen and become a part
of the never ending machine that’s
the kind of fear i want to live under
a leader that will get behind me
and whisper in my ear as he
makes love to me with a dildo
the size of the twin towers while
shouting about the peaceful
devotion the flower power
generation showed them in the
exiled seclusion of a
nursing home
Zachary Taylor Knox’s poems have appeared in Ealain and Penny Ante Feud. He lives in Fort Madison, Iowa.
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