A winter statistic Tangled in the jagged steelit lies on the highwayand the cold air wafts the steamy messfurther on down the roadwhere a crowd stands gawkingpondering how the exaggerate the bloody mess before them so as to createinteresting dinner conversation Robert K. Stephen
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Poetry Corner: “The fight”
The fight It’s called survivalapologizefeigned humilityprostitute mind and body for THEMyou just might make the suburbs and second car I hope you like kissing assesand if you don’tkick em inand rotwith the rats Robert K. Stephen
Poetry Corner: What you have to look forward to or you’d best pawn that gold watch your employer gave you”
What you have to look forward to or you’d best pawn that gold watch your employer gave you You slave for the dignity the weekly pay affordsYes sir!No sir!and if you are lucky a pittance of a pension comes your wayretire and read the paper all dayand learn how to stretch that cat food allContinue reading “Poetry Corner: What you have to look forward to or you’d best pawn that gold watch your employer gave you””
Poetry Corner: “To a vegetarian”
To a vegetarian do you not hear the screams at harvest time? Robert K. Stephen
Poetry Corner : “The lottery”
The lottery Grandiose plansclinched if only the lottery were woncomputerized swindledashes hopes on the rocksthe struggle momentarily forgottenfrustration rocketshopes dwindleonly to be rekindled before the next BIG draw Robert K. Stephen
COVID Poetry Corner : “The Prison sentence”
The Prison Sentence It’s been over a yearcowering by many in COVID fear Let me outta herebut oh no leave the house and B117 will cause my lungs to sear Realistically with vaccine delays aboundingwhy Pfizer chooses now to retool in Belgium is astoundingjust we when all hoped from stress we’d be rebounding politico-medico directivesContinue reading “COVID Poetry Corner : “The Prison sentence””
Poetry Corner: “Mama Bravo strikes again”
Mama Bravo strikes again Laughing gaily they take their seatsout of the hostile winter freeze to enjoy the cheap rum of sunny Cubathe plane hurtles down the runwaypassengers getting ready for those free drinks BUT! snap, crackle poplike steel rice crispies No time for a screamwhat’s left of the bodieslies steaming in a fieldand looksContinue reading “Poetry Corner: “Mama Bravo strikes again””
Poetry Corner: “Monday”
Monday I lie in fear waitingpraying Monday morning is but an illusioncamouflaged amongst herds of angry zebraswho lay traps ofjoyful Fridaysto taunt its believers Robert K. Stephen
Poetry Corner: “After the Revolution”
After the revolution bodies strewn roasted by the hot tropical sunguarded by the stench and still moist from last night’s rain the aroma of rotting fleshcalls we bugs to the feast Robert K. Stephen
Poetry Corner: “The Cult of Personality”
The cult of personality The cult of personalityfor many meant finality Robert K. Stephen
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