There's Always Tomorrow

Yesterday's just a memory, tomorrow is never what it's supposed to be. - Bob Dylan

Pursued by Satan's Hellhound.

Every fiber of my being unwound.

Surely you jest.

My moods coming and going like cheap motel guests.

Like Perry Mason, giving myself a case of the heebee jeebees.

Or the parachute, polyester bellbottoms of the discoed-out Bee Gees.

Running away with cement shoes.

I'm bankably quiet.

Screaming inside.

So let me off this damned, regurgitating ride.

I must have crossed some sort of non-refundable line.

Not even death scares me anymore.

With the cruel, innocent oblivion of a spoiled, brat child .

I stomp my feet to make it stop.

But it keeps spinning.

In the wrong direction.

I can't even tolerate myself in denial.

My soul on trial.

It's a good thing that the batteries weren't included.

I'm already deluded.

Too bad you can't change lineage like underwear.

Or the color of bald hair.

You can't be flipped upside down if you were never right side up.

My only solace comes when someone says, "You're crazy" and everyone in the room begins fidgeting with their empty cups.

I guess there is strength in numbers after all.

A blind squirrel who can't even find a braille nut.

I can't stomach myself.

Flabbergasted as to why people don't like me.

Doesn't matter if you're the captain of the RMS Lusitania or the Titanic.

They both knew what was happening, shocking as it was.

The Devil's having a field day.

All the ribbons are pinned on me.

Can't you see?

This carousel invokes my vomit.

Disgorging the impatient fruit of my withered vine.

Conjuring the insignificant wrath of a feeble cognizance.

Big, thick chunks of a truth I am unable to swallow.

Thank God trashcans are hollow.

I want what I want now.

Like a chomping-at-the-bit, champagne cow.

I don't care how.

Beg, steal or borrow.

At least there's always tomorrow.

... Right? ...

Author's Note

"It is not enough to be busy. So are the ants. The question is: What are we busy about?" - Thoreau

Reviews

[Rhayne]

There is strength in numbers. If only two. Sounds like this person is having a day or a life where everything is going wrong and at the end of the day, he looks forward to tomorrow. But will it be any different? Maybe. It's all about the mood.
I love this because I can relate. The feelings run deep here and the icing is the mood. Moods change. Good ones can turn bad in an instant and bad ones are a little harder to get over. It's the world today and everything in it and occasionally, someone. Great work putting it in words, Pete.

[Pete]

wow, great analysis - your thoughts so real and telling. you just conjured up how i was feeling when i wrote it - very moody. thank you for sharing thoughts rhayne ... :)

[Rhayne]

I'm Aquarius. Mood is who I am. I am Rhayne, I am all things wet. That includes tears that only the sun can dry. Your poems make me feel a connection.

[Pete]

I'm gemini.

[Rhayne]

Both my parents were Gemini too. My Dad was my all, everything. My hero and mentor. Needless to say, I was a daddy's girl. My Mom was too busy with my brothers. They were older than me and a handful. I like being an Aquarius. I live the Age.

[barleygirl]

Wouldn't it be nice if some of the most twisted politicians could be this honest about how disgustingly they've been conducting our nation's business? Has anything been accomplished in gov't in the last 3 years or has it all been tearing down institutions & people? I don't know that my political tirade is the only way to interpret your msg, but what I love the most are some of your super zinging phrases . . . "moods --> motel guests" . . . crossing a "non-refundable line" . . . "changing lineage like underwear" . . . and later as your poetic sensations disintegrate more & more, I love the vomit-inducing carousel ride as a metaphor for how this planet (along with social graces) are spinning out of any kind of recognizable sensibility (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Pete]

lol. the scary thing is that they are supposed to be leaders or potential leaders of our country (the world superpower) yet they act like children in a schoolyard taking swipes at each other as they play king of the mountain... :)

[L.J Bunn]

So let me off this damned, regurgitating ride. - A quote I'm feeling about Brexit and British parliament right now!

Very deep words written here...

Lucy.C

[Pete]

like a bitter divorce. never ends. thank you L.J ... :)