There is no Tomorrow “Poem”

There is no Tomorrow

There is no tomorrow screams a drunken Negro

He jumped into the crowd outside the store

He shouted “There is no Tomorrow”

Madness like this is to be expected on Floribraska Streets

I replied: “That is a good question”

He looked at me and walk towards me

I was sitting with Jay

The drunken Negro asked for a Cigarette

Jay gave him and I asked again

What makes you say there is no Tomorrow?

He took a puff and answered

Clocks, days, dates are man made right?

The Drunken Negro was full of Life and Death

I answered “Yes” laughingly

A mere speck of dust rooms in air

Cars pass by and men pass by in a noise

Look at the world, we lived same day every day

Drunken Negro didn’t stop no one could stop him

Each day is the same day until we look at clock right?

Time is an illusion he yelled at us

The sun, the moon, you and me everything is an illusion

Hahaha we laugh as does other homeless who crowded us on street

Covid 19 is illusion he shouted in middle of the road

The negro was possessed by some demon

He was running here and there like a ship in sea in the hands of wind

I replied with an air of mysticism

There is no Covid 19ً as their is no Godا

The Negro becomes utterly silent

Came near me and said with his bad breath

Jesus is real? Everybody nodded hmmm

Buddha is real too I shouted

The Negro laughs and took off his shirt

His dark chest was covered with tattoos

And on back of his shirt was written

Buddha the enlightenment

We all laughed together as for eternity

Hey Buddha your one hell of Indian Buddha

I said hell with India I am from Pakistan

No cried the negro and said

Your a fuckin Buddha my nigga

You are nobody the Negro said and kept running towards other side of road

Surprised and joyful we parted from the place possessed by demons

our ways are different and spatial

Jay whisper in my ears

Your degree in philosophy is a waste

Every body is a philosopher on streets

We laughed and he added

Hey Ali Kill your self before I do

We laughed until our bellies hurt

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