yesterday
leaning over bar
I played the
lonesome traveler
peering over pint
of oyster stout
silently brooding
'in heaven we will all be safe,
there will be no reality to bear,'
in private libraries
I read alone
another night leads
to another day and that
is gone from me already
already I am older still
slower still stiller still
yesterday
in auld forgotten faces
I got the usual in a place
I'd only been once
two weeks before
a delorean revved its engine
across street to cheering crowds
another celebrity out of time
the sun was set
the night lingered
bits of orange
tint of black
purple bruises
yesterday
I limped home up Ode St.
caught each transfer
perfect red to yellow line to 16J
fed my cat
showered
turned off all the lights
kissed my life farewell
fell asleep
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