Tomorrow
Does she ever come?
Tomorrow is closer.
.
Our legs taking us to a strange space,
creating a different itineration
of the story written.
.
Today I feel the burn,
scar tissue hardening a resistance
to the phantom pains
.
of parts and wars
lost long ago,
.
the fox holes, the lost self,
the toxic gas, and the darkness
birthing the new itineration.
.
Wounds nestling in my throat
in the air itself
the oxygen I breathed
in what was left of my lungs,
.
during these lost days.
.
Tomorrow whispers in my ear.
A seductive mistress bearing me,
lifting me, long tongued
.
out of a stuck past
I cannot see through.
.
The shadow and ash
of quenched flame,
haunts my broken vision
spectacles married to a past
.
gone from the physics
of our birthing construct.
.
Liters of let blood,
pool into crevices of cracked
cobble stoned streets,
.
Painted sienna,
painted crimson,
skies the color of arterial blood.
.
I meditate on a dusty
smoke filled night,
thinking of you,
.
and this death, life.
.
The sheen of red
reflected in dreams
tying me to lost days
.
the sacrificial liquid
of a hard birth, and the colors
of the after effect
.
staining the dying of the past self
and the recreation of my own physics.
.
I cannot tell the difference
between flashbacks
of choke filled gas,
.
and the smoke
from my cigar, etched
across a half-baked moon.
.
Tomorrow, feels a bit farther
then she did before.
But the scent is still there.
.
I feel this new breadth,
tips of new fingers,
the caress of a new wind,
.
a shifting and churning
time piece freshly constructed,
framing the physics
of a new story so I get up.
About the Creator
Poetry Landscapes
We are a poet influenced by Charles Bukowski, and Button poets such as Anis Mojgani, Neil Hilborn and Andrea Gibson. He follows the outlaw style and utilizes surrealist landscapes. Find more at https://poetrylandscapes.com
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