the descent of man began one weekend
before time was invented, everyone
was too busy hunting or gathering to notice.

a limbo for inventions, piled at the door.
along with calendars, holidays, absences;
Friday night highschool football games.

it was days when Nostradamus had nothing to write about.

old men whittled bones, helped the women;
youth ursurped the power of doublespeak.
and that was yesterday, and yesterday's gone.

i watch from my leaning tower, the ground undulates.
vertigo of my future knowing that when i die, so do you.
and that, friend, is a heavy burden, your life in my hands.

04/02/2011

Posted on 04/03/2011
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