September 21, 2016

Four counts in;
Out - Every time

I see one of those

Giant announcements of misogyny,
Racism, and most of all,
Fear. Just write -


in your front yard.

But of what?

Can you target
Just what Fox News
Conditioned you to hate

for today?

Tomorrow, they may tell you
To love it, you know,

And you'll obey.

The orange Hitler
Impersonator - we've so much

to lose - is my fear.

Breath in Breath out.

This is Poem #169 from the  Poem (almost) Everyday Project. Starting in mid-January 2016, I challenged myself to spend a year in which I’d wake most mornings and write a poem before my first cup of coffee. By the end of the year,  I had written 241 poems.  Here, I have published second drafts of  those pieces copied directly from my journal with minimal editing from their “vomit draft” state.