Late night or early morning warned me,
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reminded me to tick back to my beginning,
back when I was winning battles with my brain.
You and I remember, it was before everything changed,when things were natural,
natural like the Quaker Oats oatmeal box,
how smooth and round it was,
how the Quaker reminded us of peace, his smiling face, a few wrinkles, black hat surrounded by plain colours, smooth colours and cardboard lid.
It seemed his cylinder was always full of silver change or marbles back when we saved such things.
Wasn't it before twenty-four hour news cycles,
before pictures of stone throwing in the Holy Land? Before throwing used stones was in vogue?
Used stones for throwing?
I told myself I would go back,
back before politics and religion fancied me.
Back before a hard jerk to the right, before
I would swear an oath to God to make a difference.
Somehow, age has fooled me into thinking I was important. You too?
I want to wake up late tonight or early morning after news at ten, after Jack Paar, after the Star Spangled Banner, after the test for
thermonuclear war tones quits.
I want to wake up in my easy chair to black and white TV.
I want to wake up after programming is over,
know what I mean?