Tomorrow

[Artguy]

tomorrow I will leave here
my home
in the city of
strangers
neighbours
immigrants
and far too many cars
up a highway I will go
a highway i know
have known
with freckled cheeks
and toothless mouth
I will go
to the home of my father
he's dead now
up a highway
past the home of my first love
she's dead now
past the home of my best friend
he's dead now
past a field I knew
smelled of bees, at least i thought
it's dead now, covered with homes
past a creek i raced toy boats down
it's dead now
past the spot where snoopy died
he was my sister's dog
past the mill Jim owned
he's dead now
then I will return home
and do it all again

[stilltrucking]

Death is such a peculiar thing. Someone dies but you don't know. They continue to exist in the mind as alive. Then months after their death, you find out. Now they are dead in your mind.


TINA

As if there are two memory banks in my mind. One for the living one for the dead. A ledger balance of life and death. I got to move an elephant from here to gone.

Yesterday tomorrow was today. And she was still alive. I nursed her from a baby. Now she is all grown up and dead.