tomorrow

all my pocket prophets
went to sleep
no more prophesies
about the dystopian
future
only bourbon and poetry

tomorrow?
there is no tomorrow,
because it will become today,
tomorrow.

another today
another beginning
as I roll on the dusty road
leaving behind
broken sign ‘the end’

only bourbon
only poetry
follow the wind

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