It’s the Future Man

Man,

Oh man,

people say to me,

Well I’m a Jesus man,

others say yeah

I’m a Buddha man,

people walkin’ down the street

say I’m for Mohammed

Man

Oh man

Man

Oh man

 

The other day someone says to me,

Hey,

I’m an Ai man,

Technology is the future

Man.

 

Well, well, well, well

I’m the man,

I’m the future man

I’m the future man

I’m the future man

 

It seems to me we’re all lookin’

for a future that’s incomplete.

We’re better off

walkin’ through

parking lots.

 

Oh man,

Hey man,

Oh man,

Hey man,

 

The other day some junkie

says to me,

I believe in human rights

I believe in

safe consumption sites.

Why are you always

hasslin’ me

tryin’ to take me

off the streets.

I don’ wanna

I don’ wanna

I don’ wanna

 

I’m the future man,

Hey

I’m the future man,

I’m the future man.  

 

We’re just waitin’ out our days

for something better

to take us away

We’re just whiling away

the hours lookin’

at the issues.

What’s the real issue?

We all want something

to believe in

something to take away the pain

walkin’ through parking lots.

Hey

I’m the future man.

Walking the Dog episode #03

Tonight I walked the dog,

we strolled

the entire way home

at a glorious amble.

 

I brought my

marijuana pipe

just in case it had answers.

 

It turns out,

I am the whisper of the pines

 

As he walked;

intent, head up.

No distractions.

Unable to be

anything other than.

I was so jealous of him.

The Dog Walking Page

A Myth to Myself

I saw so many pictures of Jesus this week
Hanging on walls,
Sitting on mantels.
Like he’s off matriculating,
Or proselytizing in some shithole.

I thought,
It’s like they all have the same forgotten son.
What about technology,
The future of Ai,

Technology is going to save us, I said
But they just gave me a funny look.

Technology requires faith too, I said
Because I knew that they thought faith
put them on some kind of pedestal.

Well where do we all go from here?
With a face and a name
Yet it all seems so unclear.

In search of a self
Secure in our selves
We just want to identify
Building walls
Thinking
Maybe this is my ground
Maybe this is my ground
Maybe this is my ground

We are the shattered,
Nameless faces.