I will

in times to come

The Tomorrow House

In the tomorrow house,
a roof of light,
doors and hallways
empty rooms…

Rain falls blind

Rain falls blind on ground already wet;
weeping drops scatter, sightless,
among the soil-grains.

days to come

days to come
you will find out how
today’s days and minutes
laid the odds for our future

Poetry24 - Last for a While

I've had sixteen poems published by Martin at Poetry24 since January this year. It's now in recess. Here's Tick Tock till, hopefully, the New Year :

Here are those from July to September

Tick Tock - one final call to avoid climate catastrophe….

Tick Tock

forward motion

we move ahead
by falling losing balance
recovering it in a step

Destiny

Tomorrow,
Will be written;
Believe in it.

Inasmuch as today
Was the pen you held,
And yesterday, the ink welling,
Your life is only paper.

Facemask

A rogues gallery, mugshots in line,
Induced memories make who we are
Who we were at the beginning.

Intellect fades, hidden in code.

Look Away Now

Another world,

Not on the streets,

In my hands;

I do not live there.

Sleep will not come

Sleep will not come
Blue light lights up the blues;
The dreams we need are playing
On our own devices, in our trembling hands.

Future Revised

in infinite time
ending and beginning
define possibility

choose between
one way and another
go on go right go left

Future Imperfect

we will be loved…
we may be loved…

we will…
in the catatonia to come, be unresolved, sleeping in strange narcosis
those of us still barely alive those of us not swallowed by a sun engorged
now redder than the shame of heaven our inglorious travelling at an end
our ignominious selves having arrived precisely nowhere

Future Perfect

if complete
if approaching perfection
I in the green fields of later
will lie down to let robots
feed me with gentle
hands