the future and what's left of the past

walden freeman

we have created a monster!
locked ourselves out of submarines
blair-witch-project-parkinsons-walked
holy-fuck-comma-batman exclamation point begun
our journeys home
pilot automatic
gunned down news helicopter crash
slammed into the table factory
like fist-
fucking madness ensues
oh, amen, praise our efficiency!
sign to contracts the lazy
canoe across oceans
burning foam disasters of summer beauty
tourists snapping photos of tidals waves
no one gives a fuck about death
no one gives a fuck about life
i drink myself to sleep to death
the organ donors are waiting in church
for their requested songs to be played
i, while nimble, cannot dodge forever
the imminent threat, the imperative strife
i am walking a minefield in a bulletproof vest
hiding the heaviest things on my chest
drowned out by the talk of you risking it all
in a low-speed race through the safest of places in an armored car?
holy fuck mittens on rye toast with a side of japan(!)
is right
what the fuck is the matter with you?