Repeat To Fade

Tomorrow is a delicious Hope
but yesterday is caught in my throat.
It will not be swallowed,
like a stubborn bone
scratching doors in my mind.
What ferments the age so fine?
What is it I cannot chew
tying my tongue in knots?
I bite on threads of sanity,
I lick the lips that repeat the words.
An immortal tablet shines
behind my wishbone,
my grave
the hole I am in...

@Steven Francis poems 1996