SCUTTLEBUTT

Turn on the mimeograph

I recall the time it never rained,
not a single pour on my teacup.
21st of January, 2009,
under a small sturdy Nipa hut,
we were talking about our future,
constellations and voodoo dolls.
Lust, cochlea, paradigms, Jesus,
Bumble bees, cataracts and silent farts.

Now three years after, here we are,
lying on our death beds wishing we could turn back time
and just turn on the mimeograph..

Duplicate our lives for back up.