Forty summers pass, wrinkle takes the lane
Where freckle yawned stretched
Implosion propelled was it me
First against the force field of hometown
Then on to kansas
Then off to oregon
Wilderness of washington
Yearbook matriculates family self defines
Mullets return in style, homeschooling play hooky
Summer one, summer two, summer 23,
Summer 38
Where cold war and pac man and newwave
Stood now hot war and AI and lo fi blast
Conformity dance still jiggles
Freckle caught in a wrinkle all the rage
That's a sad camera lens, babygurl
It's all manufacturing, consumption quota
The degree mill, off kilter needs janitors
Make handmaid hands to dissemble trades
Slowbot thinks at us
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