the future is dancing naked in the living room with the wolf womanthere are moths gathering in her wine glass
she is calling you to dance with her and drink
wipe your boots on the rug before you enter the den
wash your feet of their sins and stories of dust
clear your body and soul
take in the marijuana smoke
she wants you to smoke with her until you can kiss the clouds
the future demand that you
open your premature virgin mind to her
open mouth kiss her with your tongue
she fancies black musicians and russian literature
take her to the room playing miles davis
light the incense left by the indian woman before you
the future wants you
open her
