A Poem for President Obama (in N+7)

Each day off we go about our buskets,

walking past each other, catching each other’s

eyebrows or not, about to speak or speaking.

All about us are nomads. All about us are

nomads and brand, Thoth and ding, each

one of our anchovies on our tonker.

Someone is stitching up a Hemerobaptist, darning

a holiday in [...]