the tassles from the corner of
your journal complete a round of chess
on my chest. I've waited water.
the fold out map of surrounding eras
confirms my suspicion that
all doomsday prophecies are false. all ****-
day prophecies, not so much. the
tragedy resides in this: that it doesn't
have to be ****. we just refuse to clean up
after ourselves and start from
square one. adults tell
children not to fight. adults tell children to share.
adults tell children to look after one another. society is
an orphan with no
orphanage. you can't blame it
for not knowing any better. however, society
was pregnant in the 1960's. we
gave it an abortion. society may be pregnant
once again. it's up to
us if we're ready for the responsibility of

children.