after sending men to the moon
yesterday I didn’t have the time
to work on any mysteries
the ones without any clues
like Seger used to write about
brand new songs coming of age
laying the foundation on
black vinyl & eight track tapes
single cassettes inside shirt pockets
the moon was already conquered
and all the stars resided in California
they’d all come out at night
and we would wish upon them
now fast forward to today
and nothing is what it seems
the world a colder place
bi-polar & increasingly disordered
the new normal more like paranormal
chances of surviving borderline
january two thousand twenty-two
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