yesterday was a do nothing day
of sound and fury, and if it signified anything
the meaning slipped through my hands like sand
yesterday was a good for nothing day
with crests and valleys and crashes like waves
that brought me to warm pink sheets and a pristine book
yesterday left me with nothing to say
about wet garbage and corvettes blaring MJ
or deals that make you reel
but i feel tomorrow, and tomorrow’s okay
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