Buried With Yesterday

Poem By Sarah Eve

Buried with yesterday
and it’s forgotten smears
Smudges on my shades
I’m shady
and my shady eyes are raw
from reruns…up all night

Signals and neon barricades
Why do I delve despite cautions from friends?
Why with this stiff stare
Do I steer at this fear
While I fear what they all said was “heaven”?

Are you fickle?
Are you fruitful?
Are you frivolous or friendly?
Are you free?

Do you fear me?
As you flood me?
As you feel and fret and fly?
Is it full this time?

Blood letting
me go deeper

I’m not in tune
Not ready for ruin
apart from my tribe
And I’m wasting my time.
Or is time wasting me
while I can’t decide
if it’s running out too soon?
…three more stokes until noon…
Or am I impatient to wind the hands that feed me?

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