From an Easy Chair
It's been a dismal day, I think. I can't sayThat I know for sure. I've been inside.
I've read that, though there's wind,
The temperature is warm. It hasn't
Rained. That doesn't matter. Thick
Clouds make it seem it will. I've read
Reviews of books which tell how all
Our nation's history has been deformed
By capital, made sick and ugly, savage,
Cruel, also how someone who's brown,
Whose parents immigrated here, can
Never quite assimilate. Soon enough,
I'll check the headlines, to be, I suspect,
Reminded of the culture's downward
Plunge into psychopathic violence.
Afterward, I'll fix a drink. I'll stare out
At the dead gray sky and tell myself
It's been confirmed: this was a dismal day.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2021-11-24 at 23:31
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