There is a low hum from a machine, there is the darkness outside.
Fort Bragg, CA © 2019 Andrew Arnett
Couple of dogs sitting by
my side. I’m in Fort Bragg on the edge
this is the first poem of the year.
the year is 2019. there is a low hum from
a machine, there is the darkness outside.
the waves are breaking on the rocky shores
and cliffs. we’re near the edge of the cliff
we’re near the edge of the world. we’re
at the precipice where the future comes
crashing in. the future is now.
what will happen next?
the world is floating out in space
and so am I. sitting here, in this house
in this town so far away from home.
I don’t know what lies outside I don’t
know what lies inside. I’m out of sorts
here at the precipice of the future.
a belly full of Taco Bell sits in
© 2019 Andrew Arnett
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