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thursday morning comes and I
am feeling kind of restless
chained to my bedspread
black cat resting on my chest
and i wear her like a necklace
brandish her body like a badge
some like it hot sans crossdress
i wonder to myself in the interminable corners
of my mind; who is it best to impress
when i’ll be all thats left when the rest have left?
 
i reply silent
 
friday morning comes and i
skip over the next two days
because i passed away
praying to be reborn
like the pheonix
down drowned
deep in the dampest duldrums
sataruday morning comes and i am steel
still feeling rather ho-hum
 
sunday morning comes upon me suddenly
and now i’m feeling rather reckless
don my best dress
tuxedo mask with a new face braced for impact
i wouldn’t even mind if become obliterate
what’s worse than being crash test?
what’s worth reliving previous wensDay
and all its brooding querulous petulant incessant timid insular mental self reflection

i look outside the window and see a shovel standing up straight
the metal side fixed firmly in my septic tank