he tells me the future is not to be believed in
"don't waste your wishes on what hasn't already been"
but like the strong arm policeman
he's not sure what he means
all he knows is he can't see what he will come to be

he says if we burn up the roof from above us
we surely will see the light and maybe more
but like the burnt out hooker
we'll only see down to the floor
all we know is that we're here until we are set free

(sept. 28/69  Ottawa)