March 12, 2019 Poetry , POETRY / FICTION

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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.

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