Yesterday Dead and Gone
I have seen the splintered timbers
of a forest losing pine, waiting on
a fire to carbonate its time.
I know I am chemicals
reacting to their tides
but my mind it overules
a simpleton's design.
There are maggots in the city
roaches in your flour
i don't concern myself
with your darkest hour.
Don't blame it on your Mother
or your Father who's a song
you have one shot at living
yesterday is dead and gone.
ajs
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andy spaschak
I have been writing poetry for over forty years, Published in magazines, ezines, etc. I currently live in New Jersey as I recover from stage four throat cancer. I have not been able to speak for three years so my voice has become my poetry, photography, and guitar.
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