Sorry that these last two day posts are A) late and B) things I wrote a bit ago. I'm back in troy hanging with Tony Furtado and Caroline Kim and Phil Thompson and Mike Notely, and they have me a super fun time. They are responsible for my unoriginality in poems. it happens when you drink and laugh and freestyle all night and play raquetball and watch elf all day..... AWESOME!
Tomorrow
Every night I fear
The coming of the day
The stresses held in store
Crush me under their weight
I’m not ready to take
Responsibility
I want to bask in night’s
Quiet tranquility
But each stolen moment
Comes with a price to pay
Putting off tomorrow
Holding to yesterday
Makes stress reality
When all I really need
Is to slip into bed
And fall into deep sleep
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