bow down to the robots

bow down to the robots


robots smile with grim

metal teeth...

their porcelain eyes gleam like

gold bars in the shadows...  I see them

in my dreams lurching

through broken doorways, drunk

or crazy or both...

but, they do love

and honor

the flag...  


Norman J. Olson

I am a small press poet and artist.  After many years of continuous submission and rejection, I published my first poem in 1984.    I have published hundreds of poems and artworks since.


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