Election Year

Get a load of my swag.
Get a load of the baggy eyed bullshitters
dragging mountains through mounting heat.
We fall to pieces in sweet remorse,
horses built from glass.
The rain acknowledges us in passing.
In the mass of days ahead of us,
our mirrors start to bleed.

-r. miller

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