December 1, 2017 Poetry , POETRY / FICTION

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Rick Davis





upon watching trump’s puppets



they play the lottery

of god’s —


their rain is an old

funeral choir –


their breath is hollow

but looking at the mirror


my reflection is still there

and i find a red loving apple



so i resist and write,


becoming a peaceful

hole in sky.







Rick Davis

Rick Davis is a graduate of Northeastern Illinois University, and several graduate programs.  He is married, and has over 700 published poems.

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