Tomorrow My Dream
Tomorrow my dream
And take my heart ravished
Tonight I lay vacant
Crumbling, my mortar decayed
It’s only the ivy that holds me
In place
Closing my eyes
I see only your face
Expressionless, waxen
Like snuffed candle soot
Smoking out the half-life
Between fire and ice
Counting them, and them
More disappointed than jealous
I didn’t need you then
How did they tire
Of induced fibrillations
Slow burning your hips?
Perfidy poses
Arrogant, heedless
Impervious to tears, after all
Did they not see you?
Or merely own you?
Until simply bored with it all
Enter sopranos
Always sopranos
Singing what never gets said
Gestures to footlights
Running mezzanine eyes
O’er empty boxes
No one arrives
Until after the love songs
Leave their bathos
Coloring the silence
Beseeching applause
His bravos echoing
Exiting now, the sopranos
Busily dressing
Doors opportune avenues
Filled with conveyance
Tomorrow my dream
Driving one-way streets.
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