Monday, November 7, 2016

poem of the day November 7


I am an American
in a land of mountains
and valleys
where I watch the sky
open onto a carpet of confusion
filled with points of view
The bumps keep bumping  
into the very depths of humanity
torn raw  by snake oil salesmen
craving power way beyond the norm
Is it revolution or evolution?
I contemplate my ego as
a vulture  scans the sky
for a piece of rotting pie

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