J e f f r e y   P a r k 


F U T U R E   P E R F E C T

By this time tomorrow the future
will be glaring us square in the face.
The tides will be predictably high,
microchips firmly in place, curation
complete. Hoop skirts, bangs, bullet
belt buckles will have come back
into fashion half a dozen times, black
helicopters will have come for our
guns, lemmings will have learned
finally that they cannot fucking swim.
By this time mañana I will have
grown old and you will have grown
weary of my tiresome stories of the
future that was and the past that
may never have come to be.




















































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