How Good It Used To Be (Poem)

streets were clean and safe

likewise clubs and even the drugs

rainbows glittered more brightly

enjoy your favorite oldies station

your prints of common museum pieces

your sanitized fantasy past

I’ll inhabit this grimy present moment

touch the hands of those who are also here

dance to whatever music they are making

watch for art wherever I happen to be

drop poems on random sidewalks

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