This angel is so sweet he is divine;
He takes
his time and kisses me slowly.
He kisses me where the raindrops trickle down my
lips and this is only before
Tomorrow
comes.
This is only before Tomorrow rears its ugly head
between my thighs and slithers until
it angrily grips my hips.
And this is before Tomorrow puts needles in the
liver and grotesquely tenderizes my
heart.
I want to stay;
I want to
never satisfy this need and to never leave.
But Tomorrow comes and my angel goes,
And Tomorrow digs its nails into my skin and in
the spine it represses as much as it
can
so I become overwhelmed with pain.
And it is in the spine that it buries its head
and sinks its fangs into the stomach and the
lung,
And it is here that I cry out in agony,
Let the
tears vanish,
I want to cry no more.
Tomorrow is the one that stands on my back until
I collapse from under its weight and
the
sticky vomit and the lights are off and I am tired.
This angel...
He is so beautiful and he holds me to
his heart,
Keeping me for today,
Pushing Tomorrow further away.
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