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THE MORE THINGS STAY THE SAME
In my youth it was almost impossible
To buy oleo in Wisconsin
A mental health day was a day
spent locked up In a rubber room with our friend
and our brother Jesus Thorazine
When I was a boy soccer moms were moms
Who played soccer but nobody
Played soccer especially not
Other bodies’ mothers
Years ago it snowed on Sunday and everybody
Had to wait for the salt
Trucks and even the plows on Monday & you
Couldn’t buy liquor in brown paper until
After eleven or noon depending
When I was a kid everybody cared
Who ought to care about everybody else’s sex
Life like perfect moons orbiting
Equally perfect planets filled with nuns & church
Ladies who likewise didn’t have a clue
How things got this way but they did
Back in the olden times back
In the days of Perry Como and Bing Crosby
It was easier to be an absolute public
Jerk & nobody noticed or maybe didn’t much
Care because they could still remember
Hitler & felt despite themselves mostly
Like survivors if not exactly winners
I’m old enough to remember
When a simple line a line for example like
“In the Beginning” was enough
To set off a landmine under the skin
Make it rain Earthquakes
Stop earnest conversation in a collective gulp
Like it was all of it going to happen again
Limp with fire & crushed outright by the stars
All Going to Happen Again
Date: 2021-03-23 02:30 pm (UTC)