Instruments tuning in an amazing way.
Piano comes in like pushing aside the leader of Montenegro to get in front.
Nighttweeting can happen any night.
The photograph in the cover of a book I never wrote
shows much less hair than I comb over now.
Every late tweet reveals a disconnect with what’s real
Still it’s so much bigly.
Melania slapped my hand while visiting the Saudis
Approval rate is low.
Nighttweeting comes in chaotic times.
I’m not sure all these people understand
It’s not like I’m trying to hide
The fear of getting caught
Colluding with the Russians.
They’ve taped me while naked.
Can these things just go away?
That’s why I fired Comey.
Nighttweeting, Remembering that night
When I got fewer votes
My thumbs are getting tired
And I only have these two
Side by side in twittersphere here on my own account
The dim tide of my mind
Could not stop my nighttweeting.
Thought that ruling the world
Would be easier
Than selling the Trump brand
Yet all laugh quietly
Underneath their breath
This phone screen reflects
Every pursed lip a reminder
It’s my diary.
The only thing I read.