Goodnight, Today

Whatever is left of the day now gets divided
One by one all day the line rallies by
One click here, one click there
I keep the lion's share
So when tomorrow pulls off her costume mask
I'll have the cents[sense] to barter with
To hold on firm to those gems of private moments
And pinch a few more when she won't notice,
In quiet light I fill my air with smoke
Put ice cubes in my house plant's pots
It's a joke, not torture.
I feel I'm land-locked on an island of hills
Ten steps in any direction starts an ascent
both ways
always
Connecting dots in constellations with my left hand
spinning classic records with my right
until the plants dry up
And all the distant hillside lights go from amber to black and back
Goodnight, Today. Goodnight