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Be careful what you wish for
Children and new governments
New jobs, relocations
Larger wealth and families
Now’s infatuation
Wake Up Cold
First the shoulders, then the feet
Not the blanket, not the sheet
Not the furnace, not the heat
It’s something else
Need some slippers, needs some socks
It’s not the weather, not the ice
Not a sickness, not the pox
It’s something else
Rural Life
Lumberjack kids, pioneers
Driving tractors, learning gears
Live in trailers, in arrears
Only schooling in early years
One way ticket out of there
Too expensive, too unrealistic
One way ticket out of there
It must be worth it, I just must risk it
Artists Needed
Limn me a better world
Painterly with every word
Lighter hues in a stranger frame
Colors new and not the same
Spent
I’ve tried every rhyme scheme
I’ve tried every style
I’ve tried every turn of phrase
Turned every dial
But crank it up all the way
Words and sounds come anyway
I’ve made every note and tone
I’ve made every riff
I’ve made every single song
There is nothing left
Uncanny Valley
Cognitive dissonance
Sort of, but not human
I’m uncomfortable
Mortality salience
Replacement and reduction fears
You’re too like me
Pathogen avoidance
Sorites paradox and mix
You creep me out
Human norm violations
Mate selection issues
Now you’re scaring me
Sun Wings
Sharper still the lightened sky
Aimed at sun’s red blazoned eye
Poised to kill the poisoned light
Your flight is the final fight
Fly, fly, fly
Burn the edges of the sky
Lift your flame and bright the night
Shame the others’ darker might
Drink, Drank, Drunk
A special sip for every cup
Tomorrow’s drink, tomorrow’s sup
A savored toast, no waste to host
A taste refined, but swallowed up
Carpe diem, starts the day
Carpe diem, trumps the day
Panther
Cat with too many names
Prowling for friends like past flames
Tiresome his desperate games
Ironic his FBI ways
Laughable
Murmuration
Sweeping swarms of chirping wings
Swooping smoke-like on the winds
Swirling sentient soaring rings
“We are one” the starling sings
Must Be
Words fall into place
Like eyes with shoestrings laced
Fallen, never lost
Like augur’s sticks once cast
Fancy, fancy, faux
Leave
I’m going to let go some day
I’m going to look around and know it’s time to go