Poetry

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By

Rick Davis

notes to the president

i grow weary of hearing about

your unsettled evil.

sometimes i even fantasize

about your whole administration

being buried in hardened mud.

you are a fidgety manic fox

and i imagine your soul

as being demonic black –

i would guess that holy water

might burn your coarse

unfeeling skin.

but so many point to a saner way –

looking to the spiritual moon –

they are diamonds

in pure progressive light,

but you burn money with

lawyers and executive orders.

you are of the walking dead

consumed by arrogance and rage.

you do not feel grief.

Rick Davis

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