lilac lava
I am tired, wasted, paltry, spent.
I hardly qualify as a warrior,
And certainly am not a saint.
As a word, I reject tomorrow.
Today is all I have left.
"Today is all I have left."
As a word, I reject tomorrow.
There are other nice words to fool.
I regret having borrowed it
From the English dictionary in school.
Many others I saw in there,
But little had this effect
Of perpetually chaining me
To the plus-que-parfait...
Yesterday also is problematic.
It smells of attic. It's geriatric.
Even now yesterday is decrepit.
It is bile, that today precipitates.
Time in general smells of castor.
And infinitesimal run off moment
Is all, but plastic.
Can't commemorate. Can't roam it.
So today, after today, after today.
A dog at 5.15 is not the same
As the dog at 5.48.
And, if I may, —
I also am not.
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