Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Time Machine

He squirmed, frowning at extinct
racoons; Spiff no longer allured
his grey, as the sun set in dimmer
red, earth no more to be saved.

Suburbs subsumed by corridors
of urban anthromes, snowmen
melted into ebbing rivers, sleds
of fantasy mid way in emptiness.

No mars colonies, floating cities,
disintegrated future in zero gravity
boots; last snowflakes seek shelter
from tired hordes of trampling feet.

‘Drat! The Time Machine is broken.’
Muttered Calvin as Hobbes slowly
ruminated, ‘Science goes big Boink
when Bang scatters humanity.’

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