Oct 10 Marking time wishing our lives away
we are
flat-chat in the race
March becomes July
another week
another bleak prospect
of release
incinerating minutes
in the furnace of
perhaps
August gallops past
and hope flies up the chimney
with a sigh
we set our sights
on Halloween
or Cup Day
Guy Fawkes
or goddammit
Christmas Eve
and cut a swathe
through hours
we should treasure
rolling drunk
we are
on all this feckless
leisure
dull and listless
when compared to pleasure
found in company
and gainful occupation
Monday dawns
on our desire for
Wednesday
Thursday breaks
on our despair with
Friday
and we pray the weekend
will bring lighter news
a whiff of
freedom maybe
some papers signed
the drawbridge raised
the canon fired
the yellow flag retired
tick tick tick
the seconds creep their weary pace
tock tock tock
another day
another wine o’clock
another week
of wishing for
tomorrow
and tomorrow
and tomorrow.
See also poems read out loud at https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC9uLwxslE_VQ-fu-Dw6gdIA/playlists
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