Adeath, Won Bye Some Poem by James McLain

as i sleep they emerge, i wait for them,
patience is not there forte.
i see them warily talked out, this light
bulb i peek from is so warm, it blushes me, in to
hot watts, never question how many.
it just glares at stupid me, the first is easy, as
she leans over the edge of today, i whack her
good on the butt, she thanks me, to leave out the
door for a freakish change of cloths..yesterday comes
out again, she is worry and slim, she is the one with the
wicked sneaky hand, it holds my gun.
the barrel is bent, and coltish blued, while she tries to
strain it, i push her, back down into my bottle of grins.
where she drowns for all of her sins.
tomorrow is potent patience, sure of herself, quite pure,
no wicked ways or sin rushes into her parts at all,
while i wait, she waits on us all, still in sleep, counting
the minutes left to us all..