Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow

No Dime Show, no Bracken;
even the River Styx
refuses to float my boat.

Eight rejections
in just a single day.

Maybe my hay days
are over; maybe
I just can’t



I woke up early this morning and, among all of the other detritus that flows through this aging skull at 4AM, I had this ancient voice reminding me what day it was and reminding me to get up early again tomorrow singing Paul Simon’s Have A Good Time; reminding me that I should just go (back) to bed, just let the day go by unnoticed, ignored, and wait until the lyrics make some sense. Tomorrow. Maybe. Maybe Tomorrow. Maybe.

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