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Boom Tomorrow

​by Ray Ogar, 2004

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at some point after midnight's recession

when the dark is less

than the blacker cottons you buy at walmart

thicker droogs heat their minds with light candy

in their corporate backwater office

as you walk down a thinner alley

women just might taunt you with their stickier bits

>> you sigh, then text message a fiend (not friend)

a few of you will meet up at some old school rave

where a smaller child,

diamonds embedded in his teeth

will pass around different chalks for you to draw with

(you can sniff them as well)

>> finally you are thrown in the mix and

you realize, everyone wears clothing made from speakers

we wear the bass of the music spun by the dj

and occasionally you dance,

or sometimes hang out with your sound gang

of course each of you affect an aural pose

tithher, trebbllle, sp-aaz, ges-tture and of course bo0M

>>>>> 8am rolls forward

you are running faster than jackrabbit drones from the blue and black

they do catch up and rearrange you with bruises

and of course when you wake

you have to play the game of putting

> the puzzle of your damaged skin back together