Two Minute Warning

 

 

 I remember in the seventies reading so many tales
    of what the future would be, but I do know that
    past me never gave a minutes thought to future me, now
    present me has to wonder why I give that brat
    so much control
    all the time.

        Dear dairy, I had a moment today when I saw
        the death of everything real and good or at least
        it seemed that way at the time as it almost always
        does as no moment is ever
        frozen, except maybe those
        that rattle around in our skulls and
        get stuck on a sharp edge and
        decide they are going to stay
        right there, good or bad
        for the full run.

    In the seventies cyberpunk sci-fi caught on big.
    The future, guys and gals is the end.
    I saw “A Boy and His Dog” in the theater and
    yes that brat enjoyed it very much.
    These days the images that fill my head
    are so much scarier than that.


        Dear dairy, I think it will be fire.