bow
down to the robots
robots
smile with grim
metal
teeth...
their
porcelain eyes gleam like
gold
bars in the shadows... I see them
in
my dreams lurching
through
broken doorways, drunk
or
crazy or both...
but,
they do love
and
honor
the
flag...
Norman
J. Olson
I
am a small press poet and artist. After many years of continuous
submission and rejection, I published my first poem in 1984. I
have published hundreds of poems and artworks since.
http://normanjolson.com
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Poetry