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Sport 37: Winter 2009

The Future is More of That

page 88

The Future is More of That

Cellphone, clasped with cigarettes and comb,
the essential oxygen, laid on the café table,
consulted and caressed. The future, immediately
available, convenient, compressed, consistent,
communication demanding attention.

A message from the beach, fingers jabbing
and making the air work, filling the air with letters,
the experience shared even as it happens, talking
them through it, instructions wrapping the globe
with sighs.

The future is a hard bargainor, stating its price,
everything driven to the present, history
the blink of an eye before the last blink, a world
choir in unison, rehearsing incessantly, babbling
and not listening.

Sitting with a smoke, checking for messages,
for suspicious sounds, sensations, shiny surfaces,
sending echoes out into the void. Sleep is out of
the question. It's all happening now, scouts
on high alert.

Numbers in combination flicking switches, invisible
pathways. Brought to the last ditch of things, the bunker
where the prophets count, stacking their oiled firearms
quite ecstatic with expectation, fearful that flashing
light will draw them down.

page 89

Home shifts around in your pocket, simply adding
rooms. Night and day are history, reduced to one
condition, communication subverting time. This is your
soul out there. Without this you are nothing, unloved,
and without meaning.