Phantastic Phuture

Phantastic Phuture


Stare into the deep air of the coast
far away curves the earth
beach people sunning, running
they dance electric in their congealed bodies
some hard and round, others soft, nimble, light
The moon, cliched above the real horizon wanes loudly
and proudly, old men saunter in stiff gaits
here and there, watching their world slowly spin
Aeons pass, man's mold and his laws melt
trees fly, colors distend, the air thickens
thin strange-new beings come and go, sexless
humming and gathering at their tacit known places
they breathe air for food and lay together
hundreds touching, humming and transmitting
on a hill in a clearing near what was
Chicago
Far stellar another race, linked also to form a higher organ
looks inward, skyward, and chats with our children
about mundane affairs

JMJ/1985