Donald Trump Dreams Kubla Khan
After SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE
Or, a nightmare on waking. A Fragment.
In New York City Donald Trump
Made tacky things that all could see
Where East and Hudson River ran
Round where where the tallest buildings stand
And few can pay the fee.
So thirteen miles of once free ground
With realtors’ dreams of wealth abound;
And concrete spaces rules fulfill,
And fewer spaces we can sit for free
There’s falling glass from windows without sill,
Endangering such as me and thee.
But wait! There’s more!
For when our sweet romantic hero ranted
Others on the chain looked him over!
Such savagery! So bilious and so slanted
As as ever could leave ingenues well-daunted
And doomed to cry out for a saving cover!
And from this sweet concatenation seething,
As if the world was having trouble breathing
A mighty mouse was there and then aborn
Not named Rockefeller, Mellon, Durst
A fortune clanging like empty milk pails
Or rancid insults from the stern boy’s trails
And mid this virtuality the thought forever
Birthed fear betwixt the East and Hudson River.
The center part all blazoned in one motion
No wood, no dale, no sacred, nothing ran,
Only the trembling in the depths of man,
Perchance a sinking in a fetid ocean;
Why have ancestors? Here! Prophesy war!
Amid this fell confusion Donald heard.
The wisp of a new pleasure
It floated out there past this isle;
Where crowds might rise like dinosaurs
And resonate to my repeated raves
Ah a magnificence past all this undrunk wine,
A nation lies in wait. I’ll make it mine.
Somewhere in eastern Europe
A truth I once perceived
Multiple beauties rose like dreams
I listened for some same old tune
Evoking Nanny strains.
I have no time for memory
Or even for a song
There is a new elixir in me
And with luck I’ll not go wrong,
I will build a world for you,
A phony sun! Some subway views!
And all who come will see me there,
And those who cried, Beware! Beware!
They’ll sup from my extended hand!
And grovel while the Service stares
Then all will know the holy dread
For I on meat-loaf am well-fed,
And drink milk in my king-sized bed.