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It’s like a kid’s book
If you give a house a fix
It will ask for more

One cat watches, stunned
The other hangs from a lamp
Sunday morning lark

Our mad king runs free
History’s screams are flouted
We return to start

Middle-aged couples
Flock to remote lighting stores
Moths to chandeliers

A late-day meeting
The eve of a holiday
With a canned message

The day’s tragedy
Closed doors so new ones open
That is my solace

His no-turnout fair
In a demolished DC
Our cringey milestone

The sun is sweating
I want a spring to fall jump
Summer’s heat found us

The dream weather flees
Rigs storms to make us forget
Before air ignites

Ordered a “sure” drink
Fell flat, safe for most people
Next up, cheese cocktail