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1.22.10- Vegas


Unless youre riding a mobility scooter
Its not really that much of an adventure

Goofy is King
Its a money thing
The vast dragnet efficiently synopsizes living
The goal being a fat chance at posthumous acknowledgement

Funny how information and its availability
Along with ever-multiplying options
Have sapped the imagination

Salute and dilute, yall!
Alas! Im the greatest pretender.
The reluctant caretaker

You are my hobby
And I am yours

Things tidily square up that way somehow
Unconscious and unaware of one another
Achieving convenience takes so much practice
Even loneliness requires something entirely outside of current realms of habitude

The dynamics of love and its prerequisites
are mired in economics
The pursuit of self-worth is so predictably
gagged and restrained with formulaic ease

The funhouse is pleasantly distracting
Its omnipresent threat now banal and benign,
Playfully looming in the distance

You gotta love the ladder climbers
So determined and focused
Ever in hot pursuit of their chalices
And tails

Had you met them once
It were certainly in vein
Spun so far out by now
To one of many satellite locations or franchises

Im an errant dinosaur now
bogged down in some remote tar pit myself

If you mistakenly remember the ones you misforgot
It all goes on the blink