Found Poem

I wrote this to distract my brain during a marathon research session several weeks ago and then forgot to post it. Not much to it, but it’s kinda fun:

“Ration(ales)”

we’re in a giant car heading toward a brick wall
and everyone’s arguing over where they’re going to sit.

a sixty-mile traffic jam will take ten days to unravel
so I hope you bought enough rations of astronaut food.

If the twenty-first brings the fireball I’ll be struck
by just how close we were to getting things right.

I’m serious, but I’ll wait for a moment
while you wring the cynicism out of your bar rag.

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