remembering the future

i had not thought of it that way, found
along the trestle, woven in the tracks
what sense could make today reknown
but that it comes from so far back.

or ahead you proclaim, flush
with innocence and pride.
time is never far enough
away for you to hide


relevance will lose its meaning
as the days go by so quickly
older ancient ones are gleaning
what you and i threw out. sticky

stinky,just plain broken down
trash in landfills, turning black
with tech's great evolution. crown
metals will be mined .the stacks, attacked

just where the money's at. younger us
meets older them telling secrets that abide
through centuries  to become, forests
treed with  pc boards, streams of melanine



















***((((






the poet tells the scientist
if it weren't for us your discoveries
would be meaningless.


for instance this idea of bullets
dissolving after they hit you
would be less armageddon
if they'd dissolve before hand

but that would defeat the purpose
unless you want to make new
 paint ball armaments.

 however if we put lsd
in those sugars you want to shoot...

that'd be a pretty effective battle stopper

and civilians wouldn't know what hit them
william s bourroughs can write the screenplay.

even though he's not a poet?





**(())))




for some reason asian countries are sufferring
from arsenic in their water.

can't they just get a filter? electro coagulation, really?





****



it was long past the time of black mold
but before the rads rose so high in the fish
we all stopped eating sushi. i remember walking
through ybor's alleys, hungry as a cat, looking for
just dumped dinners: the feel of dry udon; a grain
of rice, soy sauce. i licked the napkins. i watch
those diners from the corner where i busk for food
and chalk to write poems on the sidewalk.
i would say they're cancerous, but there's no
money in that. i could paint images
of fleshy pipes, bubbling with growth,
but they wouldn't be yours. yours is the fallow
field, erupting mutation and evolution.