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robotmelon home

 

 

i'm too impatient today

to read a whole email

and i'm learning things about myself

from what i'm skipping over

like how angry i feel

in general

and that i'm more interested

in what words you used

when talking to the grocery store clerk

than in in-depth self realizations

or actualizations

or truths about the world

like

aggressive fish farming is going on

relatively uncontested

and by 2050

all the fish we know and eat

will be gone from the sea.

 

i felt sick while riding the bus today

like 'i might vomit but probably won't vomit

but i should still be prepared'

and so i emptied my backpack out

onto my lap

and felt nervous

that everyone could see its contents

like i was giving away information

that might somehow lead to

criminal action

being perpetrated against me

and while i was walking home

through the parking lot

behind the dog park

i thought about all the gloom & doom

statistics

that mention the year 2050

and quickly calculated my age then

which will be 68

and i tried to think of people i know

who are 68 right now

to see what i might look or sound like

but i don't know anyone who is 68

so i thought of harrison ford

who is like 66

and still doing all his own stunts

for bad steven spielberg movies

that i will download and watch

before going to bed

where i will lay awake

for roughly six extra minutes

due to a very powerful feeling

of generalized anger

which is probably responsible

for my violent imaginary actions

of punching a baby in the stomach

or kicking an old man's knee

as i pass by them on my way home

where i will check my email

and then lie down on my bed.

 

 

 

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