Wait Till Yesterday

the smell of vomit lingers on the days that don’t seem to end

but when the days are good, man are they good

rough warmth of rays from the sugar of the sky

they seep into our pores and possess us

bind with us

and

tell us

tomorrow will keep crashing

and

keep charging

like a paid mad man that won’t stop

until it gets what it wants

AltaLoma 4:14 pm

Reminding you to eat your cereal with a fork and to do your homework in the dark.

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