Remember When I'D Get Around To That Later? Poem by Nat Z. Punx

what i loved most about it
is most likely what i'm avoiding now
now...
such a delicious nowness it had
two twists of the throttle and two kicks
all those minor transient worries
were drown out and blown away
like cinders in the gutters
in the gargling of anti-reversionary hell hounds
piping through chrome trumpets
burning ancient flesh of monsters
who ruled the world
in far off times where the landscape was hardly recognizable
where it was a moment to moment existence
burning their flesh brought their souls into the present
you could smell their condition in the air
eat or be eaten
it all came down to now
that's where it lives
that's where it's at
now
here
now
and it was easy
and satisfying
and beautiful
and i knew it was fleeting
i could see it in the night
with it's liquid textures
and slippery hours of joy
so i drank it
and drank it
and pissed it out
and drank more
and more
unabashedly insatiable
the was no way of saving it for later
for it was now
there would be plenty of time to miss the water
this i was sure of somehow
and i was right
but it was now, and the buckets were full
and i was full
full of life and action
and i would say promise
but promise is tomorrow
and it was all now
and you best not avoid it
avoidance was instant death
drift off and you'd be wearing a black vinyl jumpsuit
without sleeves or pantlegs or collar
and a big long zipper
to keep your contents contained
and we care not
for it was now

things like an instant now
are hard to replace
difficult to find suitable substitute
some people spend their lives
trying to recreate them
then
now
wasting away
wasting time and effort
people work and wait and dream
for new nows
wanting laters
now
or at least soon
wasting away
wasting time and effort
and the most valueable
now