I look back on the last clear mission before my ET Ohom spirit guide lost signal for months, to attend the Trump inauguration. The mission for my love Elizabeth and I was to simply hold a space of love in the crowd of his mostly white backers.

I still have no idea why the ET Ohom chose me for this work. You see, I’ve disliked Trump since the 80s for his cheater ways of getting ahead.

Any who, here’s my attempt to integrate a message Ohom gave me today, where my flu delirium helped me reach him across the stars.  I share it to you as poem.  Excuse me if its not my usual positive thing but it’s my way of taking Ohom’s advice to embrace the…

CHAOS

The first inauguration I ever attended

Was over for me before it ended.

Why my ET guide sent me and my love here

Angered me as it felt dangerous and queer.

The first thing that stuck me about the crowd

Kinda small and not that loud.

Was – How white we all look

For this election of a crook.

My love and I locked in the white crowd filled with hate

Watch helpless as white robs power from black this fateful date.

Two white people with a consciences we share a field of love

All the while looking for ships, seeking help from above.

The crowd goes insane with white pride.

And I go dark and angry inside.

My space of love implodes like a collapsing star

A black hole born within white crowd I see as though from afar.

I am a fellow white co-conspirators in the age of greed.

Ignoring the oceans and earth’s fellow creatures in need.

White privilege my lifelong invisible ally.

A white life blessed by abundance since birth.

Whites laugh as the black man hands over the power.

The sky opens in a light shower.

Tears from heaven dating back to slavery.

White power making all other races their knavery.

Atop the dais, black and white man shake hands

As the thrilled white crowd stands

With the white man who tormented the black eight years.

Along with his white peers

Without relent.

Fortunes spent.

To impede hope and change

As the black’s mission was too strange.

Obama greyed and bent

Weary of the fight as president

Takes  his seat as Melania

Helps swear in her mania.

The white crowd cheers!

As their color takes center stage

Fists clenched in white rage

The black ordeal over at last

Free at last!  Free at last!

America’ is a swamp the scoundrel says

As though swamps are not his gator ways

Already taking all the credit for the economy’s surge

He seeks black accomplishments to purge.

Destroying all Obama has done his only urge.

“And now it will be America first!”

As though it’s not already been so.

As if we whites didn’t already know.

Since the white man stole Turtle Island from its true peoples.

Sprinkling their land with our white church steeples.

Killing their buffalo of the prairies

Angering all of earth’s fairies.

I stand honest in cheering crowd and feel the blame.

I feel it now as write about my white shame

Feeling fully white little me raised by a family of bigots

Secretly rejoicing as Trump waves to we happy white idiots.

We white fools who have elected a man incapable of vision.

Who thrives on hate and racial derision.

Who prefers to eat Big Macs

Fearless of heart attacks.

Like the one that just killed my little brother

Who disrespects the mother.

Who treats women like dirt

While ingesting tic tacs to flirt.

A year has passed since his election sought to smother

The America Dream I always idolized.

The only hope I cling to now as I write persisted.

An ET message from a far off world.

“Humanity seeks to free itself

From a conspiracy of greed.

Embrace the chaos.”

And so I try and fail this gloomy November day.

These hard time are like a nail

Holding me earthbound

As the world dissolves around me.

Watching humanity’s fall.

This is what chaos looks like.

Bitterness is what chaos tastes like.

One day the white mans reign will end.

On this we can depend.

Because it cannot be sustained

The ET message of hope in me remained

“Humanity seeks to free itself

From a conspiracy of greed.

Embrace the chaos.”