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seasons have changed
you were someone I didn't know who could make me happy.
Tires wreaking havoc on a dusty country road
Spinning wheels in corn fields
Mowed down row by row
They’re in tank tops and in faded jeans
Overalls rolled up to their knees
A toothpick and a straw hat
In a small town down the railroad tracks
That’s where limits know no bounds
Where the fox gets chased by hounds
From dusk till dawn
They’re here then gone
Somewhere likely underground
a lifetime
it will take a lifetime
of welts and pain and things I didn't necessarily had to forgo
because
I don't know
it's clear I struggle
obscured and muddled
my mind is
drugged and over-doubled
and if it all gets to me
know it isn't you
What was
What is
What will be
Treasure your memories
Keep them close to your heart
Don't live in them
The here and now is crucial
Lessons learned from the past are sustaining
You need to be relevant and current
Getting lost in the shuffle is not worthy of you or anybody
It is really up to you
Call someone
See them face to face
Put the technology down
Better yet detach from it
It has its time and place
Read a book
Never stop learning
If you do, we can say goodbye now
It's much clearer now

C@rainbowchaser2023
things you said
play on repeat
in my head
this isn't how I want it
but at least you're okay
What an age to live in
some might think,
why fight it
just give in,
but not me,
I'm old fashioned peculiar.

Forgetting yesterday
won't make today any better
because tomorrow we won't
.
oops  
forgotten what I was going to say
anyway
it's still a hell of a time to be alive
if it's not seven eleven
it's that old nine to five,

time can't keep track of it
that's why I'm buying a rooster,
something
to wake up by.
Wrap me in Autumn
warm among the leaves
wind up my colours
take down my flag of living
see it fade to memory
wave it no more
shroud me with October light
think of me as a year
that is slowly dying
Simple squamous epithelium
That lines the frothing orifice
Of politicians and wine-soaked braggarts

Cytoplasm
That flows equally
In justice and infectious regurge

Genes
That transplant the ghastly
Pale-light abscess of custom-made drivel

God, Ph.D.,  you too?
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