The Time Machine is Now

2020:
————

Thanks to
COVID-19

I can feel

Every
Space
Between

You and I.

Fill in
All my
Pockets

With your
Empty
Promises.

Aren’t we
All inflamed
Here, Burning.

2025:

I am The
Imperfect
Academic
Vertebrate.

A bird of
Culture &
war song.

Touch
my Chirps
and breed
With me.

Coop up
With my
Flock of
Feathered
Intellectuals.

I Lay in
My nest

The Living
Leftist
Dinosaur.

Profit
Dug up
All the
Bones

Of my
Dead
Lovers.

I didn’t
Diversify
Dramatically
For this.

2030:

Here
We are

Laid
Down
Dead

for elite
Consumption.

Too late
To live
A life

Rich in
More
Than

——Raw
Materials.

Our ancestors
Processed in
Domestication.

We, the
Worker Bees,

unprovoked

By Songs
Of our own
Survival.

We, so sure
We could
Subside on
Entertainment

At the Low
Cost Of
Ecoterror.

We Could
Have
stopped
This……………

What
Happens
When our
Sky—————
——priced out
——collapses
& Falls Down?

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