Friday, September 8, 2017

No. CL: After Whitman (a sampler)

casting aside
rose colored glasses
I contemplate
everything passes
I recognize
however galling
there is no meaning
I have no calling
I have no purpose
I have no soul
though
through circumstance
I may play a rĂ´le
crowd scene extra
somewhere in the drama
were I a Republican
I'd blame Obama