Red stump

I packed the Marlboros
Shed the plastic wrappper,
Tossed it in the bin;
Lit the cig behind my hand,
Bracing in a stiff North wind;
Took one look at my furry friend,
Pointed out the fire hydrant
beside him:
“Fido, look, it’s Donald Trump,”
Then watched him hike his leg up
And piss upon the red stump.
“Good boy. Now let’s go grab some lunch.”

Reviews

[barleygirl]

I love that I found something of yours in my reading library becuz I never see you here anymore. Will look to check & see if I've missed anything new lately! I always remember your writing fondly. This poem feels incongruous to me, having grown up & lived in "Marlboro country" most of my life . . . this person would not teach something derogatory with Trump's name on it . . . this person is a Trump supporter. Other than that glitch, I love what you're doing here & the cig-lighting details are sharply defined! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Maxwell Ryder]

A cigarette is just a cigarette, not a political affiliation. My mom was a feminist liberal angel who would have been repulsed by Trump, cuz she hated Nixon and Reagan. She smoked Marlboros. You’re right, though. I’ve not been around. Been doing too much teaching and little writing. Thank you, Margie

[barleygirl]

Love hearing your "mom" connection to the cig! Thanks for sharing that!