Friday, September 30, 2011

Super Future

There was a time
when people sang
the best is yet to come
now I'm not so sure
lifting my hands in the air
in order to simulate
rising above something
the BQE blooms
a layer of grime
on my Plato
blue veins visible
under papery skin
open my face with wind
scrape the meat inside
make my skull bone super clean
electric flight
leading me on
all in good time.

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Love this poem!

11:34 AM  

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