Yesterday
by me
Yesterday
can’t be more than 10 miles away.
Midday
passed faster than 90 on the freeway.
Someday
That’ll be me out there in your caddy in the driveway.
Today
I’ll float lightly to 1975 on dreams of Broadway.
& observe the shifting shelf of blue eyes in the doorway.
Maybe Monday
by me
suppose we’re not moving at all
nothing’s changed since nightfall
It’s fun when it’s rarely done
and from here you seem so small
Infamous and child star
Destined for a memoir
(passenger on going so far)
And everybody saw this coming
and everybody heard you humming
I could never not love you
You alone, you were stunning
Infamous screaming baby
Oh, tomorrow. Today maybe.
and back when he was alive
and your moment to arrive
Tearing womb piece by piece
;determined to survive
Infamous and while dreaming
freaked out, crying, screaming
Notorious in single cells
never great at nice farewells
“smile, big doll, smile.”
Leader in packs of bombshells
Infamous in post-upright
and dignity, a birthright
suppose we’re in decay
no last hurrah, today
We shouldn’t push our luck
oh, tomorrow. Maybe Sunday.
Maybe Monday.
Maybe Monday.
Adele Arcadia
by me
It’s paradise. It’s milk and honey.
It’s dolllars and cents. It’s all just money.
It’s sex and lust. It’s all a must.
It’s always fashionable. It’s always sunny.
Adele Arcadia, her skin is tingling..
and all her suitors are smoking. They’re mingling.
It’s paradise. It’s fucks and bones.
it’s sweet and shiny and pretty unknowns.
