Politics

"I know only this about the future: it will come with me or without me," you say.

That is that, what more is there to say?

Rain? Sleet? Snow? Sunshine? You’re right, it will come with you or without you.

We sit and say the same absolute nothing that everyone else says,

except, we don’t waste our time with the sounds to mask it.

The moon is full tonight otherwise it is the same present unopened, unexperienced and

like that bloody future we don’t want to discuss unknown.

Your cigarette burns down to nothing. You crush it under your right foot.

Your car starts, the lights go on, and the stars, for a moment when you blind me, disappear

I see Orion. Nothing.

It’s cold, I go in and go to bed.