our future's passed

our future's passed

and now
to think:
once,
we were afraid
of dieing.

standing outside, night on hillside
running with winged airplane arms
catching acid rain on our tongues
like toxic gumdrops; so fantastic.

it's so post-
beyond expectation.
we danced, passed the past,
and droned on forward.

passing forgotten towers.
nostrils on fire,
sniffing napalm flowers.
holding hands
missing fingers.

but
i never thought
the last time i saw you
would be
the last time i saw you