Never could she keep up with the days goings on
And waiting for tomorrow takes far to long
As she tries to be happy with the moment of here
Though she's much more comfortable as Yesterday's Girl

Lays the day out on the table hoping the setting looks right
Slicing the hours like a piece of peach pie
There is always tomorrow in a perfect world
But you take your chances being Yesterday's Girl

There seems to be lacking when the day rolls around
Without even asking, raising questions of doubt
Tomorrow may know but tomorrow won't tell
Life can be a bit confusing when you're Yesterday's girl

I tried to turn this anger into art
oh, god did I pray for one stroke of beauty
I was blinded by fog and the nausea consumed me
I fell to my knees looking for a single way to make sense of this hate
I don't remember how to channel my energy, the kind that just drains me
Into something healthy, something beautiful, something colorful
I just know that I'm struggling to stay above water
The tide comes in aggresively, and I am looking for a fight
I start arguments with the mirror to distract myself long enough not to collapse
Because I remember you're not coming back,
You're never coming back


*******.

America breathes its political air
while the rest of the World holds theirs
- so much at stake with no right to vote!

so ****** doomed, destiny defeated
we need what we please, not what is needed
searched for something new and never succeeded
we even said please and begged and pleaded

there can't be no doomsday deleted
we cheat each other, it's we who are cheated
more reckless reasoning is repeated
can't stop the cycle, nearly completed

There is a woman named Kitty
Who delivers lines so witty
The sharpness of each of them
Cuts through a laugher's stem
Slicing repartee Kitty will spree

During ***
woman
closes her eyes
Is she avoid
seeing
an animal process
in man??

How open is your window,
  how tall is your door

How wide is your pool,
  how slippery is your floor

How fresh is your perception,
  how broad is your scope

How clear is your reflection,
  how real is your hope

How solid are your friendships,
  how many pray tell

How strong is your commitment,
  how deep is your well

How right is your grammar,
  how your words become strong

How your heart achieves freedom,
—turning verse into song

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)