Wednesday, November 9, 2016

"the future is now" by John Reinhart, Frequent Contributor

the future is now
john reinhart

burn this card on top
of your keyboard - drop
the computer into the trash
compactor, find your shoes -
leave your phone at exit 1,
just below the exit sign;
pick up the first hitchhiker
and give her all your cash -
400 miles from home, leave
your car; walk the rest
of the way into the sunset,
a future brighter than any
imagined for you so far
and it's all yours, today

Poet's Notes:  I recently acquired a typewriter. This is like achieving some sort of hipster merit badge. I enjoy postcards as I enjoy postal correspondence as I enjoy time travel. The addition of a newfangled outdated typing tool has enlivened my already lively love of postal correspondence, at least to the degree of postcards. I have sent poetry postcards to Canada, England, Germany, Venezuela - drop me a line and I'll send one to you, wherever you are. This poem is attached to a postcard I created, where the words in the title appear on the front, where the "wish you were here" picture customarily goes. I try to make some relationship between the postcard, whatever the picture, and the poem, which is both an engaging challenge and sometimes makes for unusual poems. You are forewarned.

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