…and I realise I’m retro for the future What clothes should I wear?
Crystal 2.0 (two point oh) What is it? What can it do? Will it see me through?
imperfection waits like walls spinning out of ‘trol The future has spikes!
Articulate in yer face! May I stay here and listen to you while my mind and senses explore on replay. Still here talking! On replay On replay Someone is bringing fresh drinks over on replay on replay The party is busy but i don’t care on replay on replay She’s not here but you’ll doContinue reading “The Future”
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Where is it?(I don’t know) I found something (What have we here?) Is it any good? (It had better be!) Rising like a magma chamber Promises of fame Erasing the past…(maybe) Give us something to do (and practice that work ethic) Let me see what I can do ©2017 Andrew Watkins
When looking for further energy to expand towards the future or the past should fate guide my hand? For it seems that when the work is done three parts of it is still in motion mowing down the dominoes of the past for hardly any forward motion. Poem by Andrew Watkins ©2017 Andrew Watkins
Behind absolute lies vanquished the masses in their classes Small in the universe light horse prances over fields and fences over town halls into their homes where it eats dances and farts sparkle dust. Behind us lies the industrial corpse meat and offering to an old capitalism behind us. In the future leave us behindContinue reading “The Future”
Oh! this love is strange, beguiling, insane. I was right again. Right on time. Right! This time and every other too. Hang on your not God. I know. But I am always right. I can’t help it like a disease sticks clothes to you with sweat. In the end, I will always be right. YeahContinue reading “Right Again, Always”