Descent into Glenwood
to Spicer to Priam
no signs on the highway
You have to infer them
these roads that I’ve driven
been driven, so many
times tales of lost days
never told not to any
a joke from an old life
check cancelled long gone
daydream a reunion
get off, get it on
lately I’m always
contending with choice
am I upright or do I
just fear the invoice
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