We're on our way to somewhere else
having spent too long
in a place where people count
their change and then sit down.
Though we did the moon today
ran a tab up there
tapped some friends
Venusians
they're back for dinner here.
Everything is changing
no one tells a lie
except the old politicos
the rest just smoke awhile.
I'm trying to do better
seldom share remarks
but I write and make things up
surely artistic license?
Do it for a reason
trying to get old
old enough for
a new bod
trading on this one.
Days of playing over baby
sacrificing life
for family genetics
hung up on the line.
Domestic is for donuts
and his merry band
running around the
neighborhood
tapping his gas can.
I loved mine in the 70's
rock man in the snow
minus ten no hat or gloves
car won't start walk home.
Nobody would play the game
most snuck back in and bowed
when vaca was over
threw in the greasy towel.
But now it's time for action
stirring up the bars
no one wants dementia
they're down here treating ours.
Someday we'll be young again
and this place won't be
we're going to scrape it
to the bone
then do the old bat thing.
Like I said this sumna bitch
the worse place in the yard
constellations worm holes
new kind of locked collars.
Let's run away forever
sixty years or so
find ourselves back here again
freezing in the snow.
You and me my brother
down through the ages
friends
in the early morning
sidewalk smoking again.
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