Today I’ll buy the oils.

Tomorrow canvas, brush, and ale.

I’ll paint the strokes of misery

and sadness in detail.

Today I’ll buy a hammer.

Tomorrow I’ll buy nails.

I’ll hang my soul upon the wall

And think of how I failed.

Today I’ll buy a shovel.

Tomorrow I’ll buy the pail.

I’ll scrape my pieces off the floor

and gather all my ails.

Today I’ll buy a pencil.

Tomorrow paper that’s on sale.

The ink will show in triplicate

sins I must reveal.

Today I buy my luggage.

Tomorrow shirts both dark and pale;

fill the space with canopic jars

containing my entrails.

Today I buy the lumber.

Tomorrow I purchase sails.

I point my craft towards the sun

and brace against the gale.