one day

one day
when I am dead and gone
I will come visit you in your house

so listen out
for the sound of my footsteps
crunching the gravel on your drive
the squeak of the swing seat
when I take a rest on your porch

I will warm my bones under your southern sun
before opening the screen door with a rattle
look up and see me standing there
as if all our yesterdays
had come again

you will take me to your room
and I will fill your body with heat
the cicadas will talk like typewriters
the moon will wax lyrical
and I will leave through the open window

one day
when I am dead and gone
I will come visit you in your house

Priceless

YESTERDAY

Woke up
Had a shave
Lit a cigarette
Stubbed it out
Washed
Ate
Went out
Came home
Priceless.

TODAY

Woke up
Had a shave
Lit a cigarette
Stubbed it out
Washed
Ate
Went out
Came home
Priceless.

TOMORROW

Wake up
Have a shave
Light a cigarette
Stub it out
Wash
Eat
Go out
Come home
Priceless.