Tuesday Night Post # 2-6

My Fellow Futurist,

     In action we are.  If there is no death then we are.  If there is no choice made then we are.  If you believe in destiny then we are.  A thought swallowed is a decision made. Yes we are futurist.

-DBL

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Lets relay what was left on the thought feed

Which to me was more then just one flash of this moment

A device we take for granted

Those lil crystals reflect

to me more then just images

Lets us rehearse what has just transverse across my peripheral

I found this line that traced the curve of your hand

In its aftermath

left

was a turquoise glove

Bent over smelling each perfectly formed flower in that garden

I stood behind thinking the next thought to say

Staring at my text

knowing editing it myself would have no higher result

Holding the rail at the front of the bus

My mind dug deep in the filthiest gutter

Your eyes always wandering back to my crotch

Staring at you in the kitchen
wondering what's wrong

Thinking maybe you do need a drink

Laying there on the second story

Another layer below me

Your bed

Eyes staring at your dark green ceiling

The metal bar that held down that curtain

hanging over the threshold

In the wind it gently banged

That sound once known in youth

now etched in love

With this feed all is now and the past is a poison