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anthems to spare

by Gabriel Ricard

We had anthems to spare. Some of them
weren’t too bad in retrospect.

Discussions of grandeur went smoothly,
and we didn’t take any shit from the giants
that watched us waste another Sunday morning.

My heart took three days to get anywhere good,
on buses that were living in the past. Borrowing time
from the stoned middle-school kids,
who clearly put the universe together on a hazy bet.

My body always took another three days to catch up.

All that courtship stuff almost never worked out.
The short-term doomsday clock that moves and cuts
Like a whirlwind is a little better now,
yeah,
but back then? I had a lot very funny,
very cruel things to say about the people
who had the good sense to burn their losses.

It was always the same. I’d come back home,
bring a few of us together,
and make a weekend out of getting lost
in the 80’s Anime city I wanted to build.

And I could do it, too.
With those anthems living on a mixed, dangerous standby,
loose change products swaying nervously in my palm,
and our clones paying taxes in another lifetime,
I could accomplish a lot of really promising things.

Ten minutes.
It never took longer than that
for my fits to give me dreams
that had the good sense to seem real enough.





08/23/2013

Posted on 08/23/2013
Copyright © 2021 Gabriel Ricard

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