YESTERDAY WAS TOMORROW

Sometimes I go crazy and when I get there

I never know which was better, the trip or the

destination. The dealer knows I need a

Queen of Hearts, but he’s insane and the deck

is stacked on the shoulders of the road from

Bourbon Street all the way back to the start.

My old rattle-trap thinks pot-holes are targets

and never misses. One was so deep, I fell in love,

d****t, and every time I climb out, I fall back in.

I’ll be stuck down here till the Tennessee road

department does its usual temporary fix because

that’s how they work. When it rains I think I’ll

drown, and sometimes I do, at least that’s what

the voices say when they come up for air.

I remember that night a hapless

tatterdemalion dropped his watch and

walked away; what a time that was!

Still is, and it’s a mystery for sure, what

with one thing right after another so I

can’t even keep up…

Keep up with what? Time? How the

hell do you do that? asks somebody from the

depths. I’d tell her to shut up but she doesn’t

listen to me, ‘cause I’m just another wagging

tongue doing my best to stay afloat, but

her voice is like water splashing over

rocks, so I don’t mind her two cents…

What am I doing standing in this hole

while the race goes on and on and on?

I’ve got to move I say, and a sweet little

echo agrees… agrees… agrees! But did

you ever think, if time is non-linear

everything would be contained in less

than an instant and happen all at once?

I’d be born when I die when I’m born

and there is no such word as “when.”

Well, it’s true.

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[GlendasNotAlwaysaBadwit..]

Vol, once again you've tied my tongue so I can't speak to your brilliance! Or is it my demise at knowing you now? Once again I'll dream of clever things to bat the next time we talk. Consequences. They are the punishment of the quiet in between the times we speak now. Eternity. P.S. There was a movie in 2017 titled tatterdemalion.