smoking your words

[poet2]

id like to live everyday
as if it were my last
but,
the looming enevitability of
every tomorrow
robes
me of my abilities today
keeps me from
death and the perfect present
(searching for the perfect words)
wind blows. birds fly. blanks of solitude
a sane death
and a tomorrow that keeps me in today:
accompanied by a light
just a little too bright.
energies i cant contain, i cant beat. let alone meet.
it screams "i love you" talking about
tomorrow.
but,
what about today?
i wander into
yesterday.

and
listen to your thoughts. publicaly marketed
and
long me
to be
them. speak too much
words, beyond any meaning
thoughts too complete to mean
anything else.

this one is for you. as will be my
lasts.
so, hold it with
and
as my only meanings
left to me at my present.

they are all i have

they are all i have.