Three Poems by Rowan Ricardo Phillips
Dec 15, 2017
1 minute
OBSOLETE MACHINERY
When equality feels like oppressionTo you, the keyboard a sword and cannonAnd the comfort of being everyoneOr no one, which you learned withoutIt, fools you into thinking that you’re brave.No, bored. It wasn’t quite football seasonYet, was it? And there was CharlottesvilleFlickering like a pixel in .You dreamed the day before of being coolIn the crowd, your matching tiki torchesAlmost touching high in the tepid night,The old flag finally out and someoneTo drive the car. Wake up. We’ve sent somethingTo Saturn. It’s 2017.
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