yesterdaze
time now to barf violently
these past regrets, wrongs and must have dones
they that have the power to rise
from the bowels of yesterday
these memory morsels stuck in cavities of time
regurgitated to be chewed and swallowed

........repeatedly...........

reach the insides of my head
wipe the grime from crevices in my cranium
lay waste my putrid past
keeping my mind in chains and imagined pains
bask in the golden glare of the nirvanasun
violins sound the gift of present sense