I Am Diving Into Tomorrows
LISTEN NOW
I am diving into tomorrows
I am in the tenth year of thrusdays and in the fifteenth
I digest the false dreams, badly spiced, unyeasted
I slip slyly into the waking sky of the once nesting bird.
The phone does not ring, this is for medicinal purposes
I ring him, the one who advises, in the first year
No more than three glasses of wine each evening
To stave off the annihilating dragon
In the daytime
I descend the narrow potholed footpath
……
Her amish demeanour dicates that she lower her head
As she passes me
This I know to be
the fear in my friend’s bellies
those who
Who live in Mondays.
I Am Diving Into Tomorrows
