July 12, 2017 Poetry , POETRY / FICTION

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Rick Davis




Presidential Cabinet



Cockroaches rush from

stoic throats.


The sun cannot push

through iced air.


Visions of a bloody world.

In their eyes we become


a flock of dead birds.

They possess wild heads


and icicled arms.

They have mechanical minds.


As they speak

time tangles together


and carves

empty branches.




Bernie Sanders



you stood with dignity

during the debates


in a weed wilted shore

while others created


geometry without vocabulary.

as you spoke


i caught a glimpse

of stars swung low.


in political wilderness

you are the last


tree standing

offering an infinite field.




Sketches of Trump’s presidency



muddy ponds.

still lakes.


colors disappear –

blackness in varying shades.


air swells with dampness.

men in hard coats.


poisoned plants.

he has no hands –


this kind of bird

flies backward.






Rick Davis

Rick (Richard) Davis is married and lives in the Logan Square neighborhood of Chicago with his wife and grandchild. He graduated from Northeastern Illinois University, and has completed several graduate programs. He has published over 600 poems.


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