The Broken Nib
poems by a non-poet
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
The Future
The future is an animal of unknown genus.
A slathering beast waiting to rend and devour?
A puppy, all innocent and looking for fun?
All too often the beast's acid spittle has washed over me.
How can you prepare for such soul-destroying encounters?
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