Tomorrow Night
Hopefully, by tomorrow night
(Whether it arrives on time or decides to disguise itself
As a no-show sky, disappears in the thin winds of timelessness),
Bad dreams will have attached their tentacles to my fears,
Drowned me beneath a rising sea of sheer anxieties,
Buried my being deeper than everlasting sleep,
Satisfied that they've done my explicit wishes' bidding,
Not to embalm and mummify my corporeal spirit
Nor to thrust me into endless reincarnations beyond this one.
In the meantime, I'm doing the best I possibly can,
Praying that tomorrow will get here in at least one piece,
Or, if not, deliver its incorporeal body parts, ashes,
To the edge of earth's precipice, cast them heavenward.
Hopefully, Friday night will arrive at my back-porch door
Before I do something as counterproductive as dying too soon
And it finds that nobody's home but bones going to stone,
Beneath skin that's slowly becoming gauze wrappings —
A ka already entering the first reincarnation of its endless lives.
07/28/11
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