Charles Lara - nows

wow
i am
dying
slowly
with
fear
and
excitement
of
unseen
promises
and
i aint
feeling
nothing
but
what
i need
to feel
and i
lean off
the curb
a little
more than
everything
else who's
holding clouds
squeezing some sweet
lemonade from kool-aid
and black & white cartoons
of nows and only nows
tomorrow might not come

Charles Lara

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nows/