TODAY TOMORROW

there came a time, 

preferred alligator soup

over chicken noodle.

and never having had

alligator soup,

one, then, never knows,

does one?

when we've been dead longer

than we were alive,

then we will know

we were breathing

much too slow.

I've been foolish.

but then again, foolish

suit me, much like an

old proven suit;

complete with wrinkles 

and a few holes.

as probable as it is to

fart up a storm 

where we eat and sleep,

and not wake up murdered,

is sure a fine way

to start a new day.

if purpose were so 

all fired important,

we would have purpose

for every meal,

and wake with purpose

all over us, making 

mad passionate love.