Barron and Melania

18423251_10154370264480974_7891433304967234328_o_(1).jpgIn this photo by Brennan Cavanaugh, we sing the memory of our Trip to Trump Tower last Tues. We sang last week in a public garden that the city insisted the Trump company build into their tower, as a trade for zooming up 20 stories higher than the limit.

We sing here, remembering the moment that we implored the honeybees straying in the blue sky above to come down to our fake corporate garden, somehow start life up here on the ledge of baby-shit-pink granite and little toy Japanese maples and the dozens of secret service and cops - come to our glorified balcony jutting from the 5th floor, of edge on the ledge.

Melania is the queen locked in the tower of the castle - how old is that myth? May the sacred feminine burst from her penthouse prison. And Barron, did you hear our gospel ringing up through the glassy air-shaft? Come to us Barron and run away with the circus. Its prodigal son time... 

We are singing to the honeybees in the sky to take Barron and Melania on their backs and come down to our flowerless garden. We will take down the patriarch together. Earthalujah!