Makes Sense

2024.09.20

Good morning, that wonderful way.

Went right into prose mode this morning, so here's some of an old entry I stumbled across today....

Makes Sense

The world is
(n)either right
(n)either wrong
Anymore.

There’s no more
War anymore.
Well, maybe
That one.

The world is
Not too long
Or, too short
Anymore.

Not too much of
Much too much
Anything much
Anymore.

But this one thing is true:

That when I see you
And you’re there

And the stars
And all that

Romantic shit
Is in the atmosphere

Then, the world is clear.
Life means something.

When you’re there,
And there’s that

Romantic shit
in the air,

The card aisle makes sense.