For BB

My friend the future's not what it used to be
The survival of memory depends on speaking
Of trees jettisoned to space bunnies spills
In our prematurely dug graves not without futuristic
Corporate logos almost don't see the difference
Between sci fi and real life what with the people all "busy"
On Facebook over-connected not conjuncted
Is that how you would put it? Or is my luddite
Streak just sour grapes (space junk?) I want our
Present to be sweeter (more scrappy?) so soak
In the virtul past the ones we can't seem to be
Bring it up on this fantasy screen from you to me
Return from it like we were having a moment.