Yesterdays Blues.

Thinking
I don't want lonelines in all I do,
Thoughts flooding back
Like the " Bouncing Bomb,"
Ready to smash down my walls.
  Re-enactments of many past failures,
Each one with it's own personal....
Shit eating grin slowly pulling back my lips.
To reveal the rot of nicotine teeth,
resembles an ashtray full of butts.
    Heart bleeding bloody regrets of yesterday's promised dream
Only to show,
All experienced....its never for real...surreal, yeah.
It only becomes true....?  When  we die.
Only then is one for real.