groovin’ mind and mood to
‘Cherry Bomb’ won't make
me sing though breaking
bones of raucous sleep
my day begins nostalgically
to Mellencamp sung sweet
in simple words he’s said
so well there’s no recoil
morning’s melancholy takes
the strain and says there’s
room to move if you’d just
step away from memories
nothing left to wear as clothes
but past and prospect chic as
gay superfluities out of an old
rucksack – I’m on my way
© 12 October 2009, I. D. Carswell
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