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POEM: What used to be on the jukebox (November Poem-A-Day 20, take 2)

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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