Pome: The Future Is A Galaxy Away

Or at the end of the hall

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The future is yesterday. Pic: Paradisio Publishjng

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The Future Is A Galaxy Away

in the blueorange gloaming of this March eve of this year of the two thousands and twentyfive

sound of a voice, stray dogs in the dusk

i see the girls and boys of the summer of ‘92

hear again the cockneys walking the strip of Malia

taste once more T-bone and fries, jugging cold beer, watch one more time the fancy dancing

in the drinkingparlours and bars and clubs and neonlit streets

peruse again the words and sentences and paragraphs and pages and chapters and small and epic happenings of the jazzage novel perused those hot days on that rock on the Med

and feel time fall down along the years