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Sunday, April 2, 2017

Observation - April 2nd, 2017, Sunday



There is laughter peeling from behind the closed door.

The sun is climbing behind a soft gray sheet of clouds.

The talking heads are chirping about treason, and lies.

The robins are chirping for each other, oblivious, free.

Thursday, March 2, 2017

March 2nd, 2017, Thursday, Observation



It is 5:00 am and the city is stirring.
I have been awake for a few hours writing.
My cat is sleeping in the window,
Half lidded and watching.
There are rabbits on the lawn in the frosted morning.
The news is of the Attorney General lying,
Lying to the Senate under oath.
My lady is on the couch drinking coffee.
We are talking about the news, and wondering,
Is there a place for justice at the table in March.

Thursday, February 2, 2017

Observation - February 2nd, 2017, Thursday



Observation

There is a blanket of white noise over everything

It is the humidifier in my apartment, droning

It is the news cycle Trumpeting, trumpeting

The outrage of billionaires…wailing like babies

Demanding, white power, white privilege

There is a blanket of white noise over everything

The humidifier in my apartment is useful

It helps me breathe

The trumpeting of demagogues is smothering me