I want to be free To get up in the morning, pee And not come back to bed. We have no future together, he said Drawing a line in the sand Of my chest, my nipples Rival castles divided by decree. What did he see in the leaves Of his tea, prognosticator, Diviner. Sooth is not so soothing When it’s removing what was built Even temporary, on a beach, Facing erasure, wave after wave. How much farther is the future. Is it a grave, is it a disease, is it Looming is it booming is it bust. We will see each other there In the future. Not see as in see But see, will we be visible To one another or blank, blank As a blank we fill in later With the wrong amount on a Receipt we’re turning in To be reimbursed. What were We worth. What did we cost. In the future will it matter What is lost. It will not be A human trait to remember. We will have made ourselves Redundant, inefficient, and Less desirable than what can Be invented, ordered on a screen. In the future we’ll check in Yet never see each other. Lost In the lobby of a grand hotel Where nobody works. In the hotel Of the future nobody wakes you. In the hotel of the future nobody Makes the food. It tastes of nobody. It doesn’t matter, I says, Futures are over-rated. Castles, Too. And you, man, and you.