What's the Future

Stole the title from a book on the table next to me, the full title, what's the future of business by Brian Solis

Put the past out of your head and relax your mind
I'm a tree hugged
Not true
I
Tree killer
He calls me because I like to read books
Stay in next Friday night and do some shopping
New life next time
Take two
The inappropriate phone calls we make at 3 am
Elbow hyper extended
No blood spilled
Scratch behind my ear from concrete rub
Ruler
What have you given me
Different lengths for our thrills
Direct eye contact
Prove a point
Challenges sore loser
If it was that far what's the hurry
Tired and want to take a bullet
I'm making me anxious with all this pillow talk
Bag of bricks and mortar
Pour me a frame
Pebbles say something
Ones like that only roll off the assembly line
Never said we were perfect
Not dead yet as the angel says
Talking to me in devil tongue
Rung and break through my form
Every fire needs fuel to beat back temptation
Face value
Like a coin
Blank back side
Priceless presence I can't comprehend the spin of the world stopping I'll know it when I feel it though
Cop outside to protect and serve and place
Sorting what we don't understand
Increase demand
Find another day job
Stop drinking in a crowd
Cry out loud and don't repeat
Take abundance and spread the wealth
Wear the clothes I buy myself