Living Additive Free
The future comes to me
in Nineteen Sixty-Eight
with Robert Kennedy
to misappropriate
the future. Never trust
Los Angeles stardust.
It fills the TV screen
with something unforeseen
like Martin Luther King
or Mister Tambourine
beneath the desert skies
of crazy sorrow's lies―
conspiracies of green,
the Washington machine,
old Eisenhower's complex.
Nothing tests our reflex
like losing innocence
before experience.
The future didn't stay;
it disappeared in time.
It's still not here today.
Instead, the paradigm
of past and present lives―
without preservatives.
~Son Rivers 2006
2 comments:
Hi Greg,
I love this, especially
"Nothing tests our reflex
like losing innocence
before experience.
Thanks Helen. That was an important part of the poem for me. I wanted some allusion to Mr. Blake in there.
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