Same Shit, Different Year

So far, nothing’s changed.
I have become no intergalactic superhero
nor have the multisexual models
come to offer me pleasures untethered.
I am no richer
nor more powerful
nor faster
or more wonderful
than I was during
the last past passing of the planet
around the sun
to this particular relative position.

You have offered me nothing particularly different
and neither has she
and neither has he
or they or it.
This year it appears to be all the same
and it’s still rock and roll to me.
I don’t care anymore
about the change in the weather
or if birds of a feather
have flown to warmer climes.

Whatever changes have crashed on these shores,
the appearance of yesterday bores
so much resemblance to today.
I can’t say if anything will provide a different course
this year
this month or today
around me unless I choose to do it

and that ain’t gonna happen
so where the hell are we this year?
Fuck if I know.

About Jonathan Berger

I used to write quite a bit more.
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