Thursday, May 05, 2005


'Yesterday' you left like Cinderella
twenty-four suitcases you packed
but you left memories lying around
and all the tasks you slacked.

Nine a.m. filled with the voices
of a daily medley of busy tasks.
A cold breakfast and hot news
and steaming tea from a flask.

'Yesterday' you were so alive
Last morning at sunny nine.
But I slumbered your afternoon away
and I wasted your evening in wine.

After three nightmares and a ring
I wake up with my head crushed in a vice.
Like an overripe melon split-wide-open
The afternoon buzzes in with a thousand flies.

I cut my head and I leave it in
a glass of Alka-Seltzer to cure.
And dumbly I start to go about
the 'Today' that I have to endure.