it was
yesterday
when
tomorrow arrived

happy birthday
to the
greatest
harmonica player
ever

to me anyway

nobody
stays here forever
your face
those notes
that key

and watching you

we would sob
wake up
crying
eat the toast
and
pretend
to dance

the greatest
summer event in
history 2
worms racing towards
the finish line

watches
as she licks herself
clean

only watch commercials

still talking to space
at least now someone
is there
helping

we are here
all of us
all the time

learning from you
how to gather
twigs  feathers
and a jacket from
salvation
still tomorrow
remains in the distance
fire burning
carried
only by you

here to share
figured that part out
and
starring in the broken mirror
as
many of you
appear

gone like yesterday
nobody worked
harder
and
so what

every
once and awhile
a word or two
appear
then disappear
vanished
transformed into
snow

waited that winter
for news

sorrow
inside a tight dress
with heels

sharp
a butter knife
glowing
with a sun tan

skin so white
must be
eating only shadows

they were sisters
somehow
for life
as the century
turned

we are all older now
except me

i was old then

the
happiest day
of
my life

followed by
the
2nd happiest

i was
on a roll

bring me
your existential
pornography
your needles
and the quilt
you are knitting
your bottle
filled
your emptiness
or
sorrow
your happiness
and maybe
just
one tomorrow

it is the
probability
the onion
that falls between
the crack then
the tree
falls
missing you by
inches as
a tear
lands
in your glass
because you thought
that must be
impossible

alone
with
the villain

perched
on a ledge
with
make up

pretends to stumble
stabs me
in the heart
and
i get to
die