Old Dogs

TOMORROW


I was
not meant
to be born
into this world
of supermarkets
convenience stores
conference calls
call waiting
email blasts
aerobics
jogging
pilates
volvos
porches
mercedes
eurostyle
eurotrash
bran flakes
bran muffins
blow it out
your butt
bran

instead
I believe that
my destiny is described
in a different realm
one not quite
so pretty
or cloaked
in fashion
but replete
nonetheless
in meaning
and
purpose

I sit here
waiting
for a brilliant flash
in the distant sky
to convert the world
and its petty contrivances
into a more desolate
and fundamental
state

I sit
waiting
for my place
in an unfriendly future
where faith is tested
in the extreme
and all of the
standard hopes
are lost

I sit
waiting
for insanity
to finally enter
and deliver me
from
myself