This is my second stab at a “what is right or wrong” poem for the November Poem-A-Day challenge. “Stab” is probably the right verb, too. Ethics, shmethics. Am I right?
What used to be on the jukebox
Happier Than The Morning Sun
crying
into the dishwater
“Every day I searched for the star
that never was in the sky.”
two phones, a satellite, outer space
“Now I see
this star is on the Earth.”
in the western desert
shining out past the neon facades
of the casinos
perfect metaphor for risks taken
losses suffered
the dishwater went cold hours ago
still standing in the kitchen
the song repeats
without mercy, without mercy
the house is time
the house always wins
he leaves empty-handed
wanders into the desert night
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