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Poetry

I am building a wall

when they ask me what i’m doing

at the end of this long campaign

when they ask which course i’m pursuing

these words are my refrain

i will say:

i am building a wall.

 

i am building a wall with the press of my palms

i am building a wall i am asking for alms

from mexico; brexit, yo

nigel farage you farang i will build you a garage

and it will only have three walls

it will drive you up one of them –

 

i am building the fourth wall, just you wait for it

i will make bertolt brecht pay for it

nobody can break it they’ll all come to grief

this past month has been the longest suspension of disbelief –

 

i am building a wall out of loonies and hicks

i will bury dead immigrants under the bricks

i will separate lovers and split families

these are best practices learned from chinese

they will see from the moon the results of my reign 

i will make america a great wall again –

 

i am building a wallflower a wilting seasonal succulent

climbing weed one indiscretion one microaggression at a time

i am willing her into her place i am building her live

she’s a five – no, a six – really, six? no, a five. 

i am building a wallflower may flower

may i ? no need for consent 

we can judge by intent

 

i am building a wal-do a wally where is he

where are the red and white stripes of his hat

where is his equally red and white striped girlfriend

where is he beneath the white stars in the blue night

i cannot find him among the immigrants

who are playing sudoku and have put wally out of a job

 

i am building a wall mart

with the tall parts and the small farts

i am building a wall mart in north korea

and the chinese are going to pay for it

i am building a wall street journal

my name is elite and eternal in the halls

of the washington mall 

 

i am building a walrus

and i am a carpenter

suddenly all of us

pursued by dementors

they’re foreigners, troll ’em!

expecto patronum!

in the wispy dull light

my patronus is white.

 

i am building a wall

i am willing a bald spot out of existence

there is no resistance

i am billing you for that call

i am welding you to the toilet stall

i am building my way back to a world

before orange is the new black

i am whitewashing your yellowface

i am waltzing with her majesty her grace

i am building a walt disney world

version of wall-e, the secret of walter

mitty my male fantasy, i am bill clintoning 

a lewinsky, i am beaming my stupidity

into your feed whether you need it or not

 

i’m building a walk in the park 

i’m building an ark for the two by two families

i’m building a trigger obama you notable figure

i’m building a trigger warning an awning we can shelter under

i am building the warp and the woof

i am building the truth

which is bigger than the voice of america’s youth

 

something there is that doesn’t love a wall

well fuck you robert frost i’m building it

you lost i’m killing it

so you can be that little dutch boy who sticks his finger

in the hole in the wall

which is a dam or a dyke

we don’t give either of those 

america chose!

 

or you can build a wall full of words

full of herds

a wall full of sleep a wall full of sheep

i will count them and recount them

for i have promises to keep

and a conservative veep

I’m gonna make a great leap

forward before twitter beeps ‪at 3am

i lurve the steep learning curve

and miles to sow before i reap

 

two roads diverged in a yellow wood

im going to cut down the wood

im gonna spray paint it white

and I’m gonna use it to build a wall 

over both roads

and that’s gonna make all the difference.


From Griffith Review Edition 57: Perils of Populism © Copyright Griffith University & the author.

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