I can’t believe I didn’t post a single poem in august. Here’s one to commiserate:
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i AM yelling.
you can’t see me
flailing emotive words
floundering in political spittle
perturbed by right-wing flies on MY wall
because I’m pretending Twain was right
I’ll appear less ignorant in silence
you know I avoid confrontation?
I’m an independent-opinion-armada,
rusting in a placid bay of political-agoraphobia.
but i AM yelling
a megaphone in a soundproof balloon
and some-particularly-frustrating-day…
pop!