open house 2 to 4
it was raining like hell but we took off anyway
kept the convertible in the garage where she belongs
we nearly hydroplaned off the face of the earth
but like a cat landed on our feet each & every time
you go as fast as you like on dry pavement
as long as you don’t get caught
never stuck behind a farmer or an asshole
by the time we get there everything’s the same
I swear it’s like going to mass
[or taking your own medicine]
sticking with the same routine
asking irrelevant rhetorical questions
or reciting ancient history
with or without a written excuse
they don’t blame us for leaving so soon
though I often wonder if they blame themselves
stuck inside & contending with hundreds of risers
especially when they should be out & about
painting the town grey
may two thousand twenty
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