BAGGED AND BOUND

WHO WAS IT TOLD ME ONCE; LIFE IS GOOD

I lost yesterday

and it’s a pretty good bet

that today is a goner already,

before it’s even begun yet.

Tomorrow,

well tomorrow

we’d  best leave alone for now.

I’ve been sad for so long

I don’t remember glad

as anything

but everything gone wrong.

A brand name garbage bag

that once was full of cool shit

but now waits and sits sliding

the slippery slope

in a sorrowful landfill,

biding it’s turn to be crushed

and tilled for the greed of gulls to feed

better than a thousand kids  spending days

looking for leftover shit to fill their needs

and a thousand years of decay.

My head was full

of good ghosts of when thens

and haunts of there weres but now I think

it’s just filled with I’d

right now prefer  to be,

only ghostly, done, you know,

no more me,  just dead.  

OH FUCK!! I just realized the answer to tomorrow—more sorrow.

© M Durfee

11/4/13


I really have to apologize for writing and not making it around to your wonderful blogs and commenting. In 1974 I broke my left elbow while at sea and lately it has been giving me grief where if i type only so much I'm Ok but go past that line and it's Vicodin time. when winter os here it will be better.