Poem by Rick Christiansen

Artwork © Robert Fleming

Day-Walker

Stephen Miller.
Not a man.
A parasite in a suit.

He serves Trump.
Drains the country.
Signs in ink that scabs.

No cape.
No fangs.
Just pens, prisons, paperwork.

Children vanish into paper stacks.
Dreams shredded to ribbons.
Hope bleached to bone.

He feeds in daylight.
Because in this America,
monsters don’t need the dark.

Rick Christiansen is a former corporate executive, stand-up comedian, actor and director. His work is published or forthcoming in Oddball Magazine, Muddy River Poetry Review, Stone Poetry Journal, The Raven’s Perch, The Rye Whiskey Review, As It Ought to Be Magazine, WINK Magazine, and other journals, magazines and anthologies. He lives in Missouri near his eight grandchildren.

Robert Fleming is a digital artist and visual poet from Lewes, DE. His books are White Noir, an Amazon best seller and Con-Way in 4 in 1 #4. Founding/contributing editor of Old Scratch Press and editor of Instant Noodles.