Futures Have Feelings Too | Steven Fortune
I.
Loosen the screw
Take down what they did to you
Stake a utopian claim with the fossils
of karma you patiently fostered
And if volcanic winter mutates
what a holiday insinuates
you at least have the hard evidence
that you bested an age
II.
A date in a notebook lays rootless
like an estranged seed
Transactions of stillborn conveyances
pay off what’s best not decreed
The wonders of some virgin-birth world
pillar your dream portfolio
They are the icons of their higher race
who sacrificed acting their age
for acting out time
III.
They took your elation
as a quack fabrication of faith
Mythology fodder to pass time
in doomsday’s underground estate
Well let them eat fallout
like common French cake
as you’re cremating in the white sun
They’ll never get past their Aquarius concept
Politics, policies, who will enforce?
Your spectre shall be their ozone
with no dawn of historic remorse