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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.
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Steve
I’m in agreement with William on this one. Nice structure and great play between the two voices! Well done Mike!
Thank you kindly Sir Steve. Can you Canadians be Knighted. I just took the liberty.
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William
Nice structure. I'm taken with the duality in voice between the stanzas. Love that kind of thing. I remember writing a number of pieces where I had three or four voices going on at the same time on different parts of the page. Used to call them word choirs. Beautiful, poignant work Mike.
Thanks William. I also caught Faulkneritis, I love the one sentence stanza or paragraph either one when it works.
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I don't recall the word choir, but I definitely used something akin to that in my poem "Goodbye". I'll bring it here someday.
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