No more staring at walls I can’t take anymore,
Now I stare at the ceiling or sometimes the floor.
I stared at the news, but the news was depressing.
I stared at the net, fake net news left me guessing.
I stared at our President on the TV,
I saw the abyss and it stared back at me.
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Bruce McGuffin’s poetry has appeared in Light, Lighten Up Online, and other journals. He divides his time between Lexington, Massachusetts where he works as an engineer who thinks about radios, and Antrim, New Hampshire where he writes poetry and tries to keep squirrels out of the birdfeeder.
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