if tomorrow is not future enough

i was informed
of a
void deck reality
by the lyrics
in my head-
(phones):

"you and i
are not meant for the future.
all we have is
now."

then the rain came,
and the clothes had to be
kept.

perhaps tomorrow,
at Compassvale Southgate

if tomorrow is
not future enough

we shall all meet again.

not a poem

these days
i find myself
preferring
to do poetry
in my head.

this is therefore,
not a poem.