A Picasso calendar on the wall
products of questionable necessity that clutter my mind
and the bathroom counter.
Henry Rollins pervades the screen
Who washed my black sweater with the towels?
I hate lint.
An empty Tylenol bottle sits in the trash can
the bed sits unslept in.
The old woman down stairs,
she prays for me, she says I am the future.
I am the future.
Thank God our valuables are in a safe deposit box.
and that we installed a metal detector at school.
The desks sit in the desert
The knowledge sits in a thesis that no one will read
the burning river continues to roam
He's the one they call Dr. Feelgood
He's the one that makes you feel alright
She prays for me.
I am the future
I think I saw Elvis at the gas station and I am the future.