Pretty Reckless
by dan ankers
Stale city air and compromise
leave a wake behind your smile
You shoulder shrugs merely mystify
as the populace can testify
Pretty reckless
Trailing off in another direction
my intention
Our conversation lasts
for about an hour
All the while
you’re pretty dour
Marginalizing
the stale and the sour
Rectifying its existence
amid the grandeur
and the splendor
of
Power
That
which, being largely unknown
Is the very definition
Of
the point of the hour
Over which we now
scour
Or I should say
“back then”
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