Weekday Romance

Monday-come on over for coffee?
Tuesday-I love you g’night
Wednesday-Don’t leave yet…
Thursday-I made chili for two
Friday-…...
Saturday-……
Sunday-……
Monday-Come over for coffee

I was good for the stuck days, good for the lame days
Good for a good fuck and a favor or a shoulder to bleed on
Good for the taking, good for the killing good for the raping
I was good for the 9-5, the days between and the nights without

But she lives for the weekend, the parties, the drinking
The casual sex with casual strangers that piss away in her absence
She doesn’t give a damn about them, even less about me
But she always changed her tune on Monday…always Monday

come Monday…when the world is lit with work that must be done
she’d call me for cuddling-sweetness to mix in her morning coffee
and I would come a callin--all hours of the day and night
all she had to do was ask and ask she did… ‘don’t leave me yet’

I was good for the weekday-'help me pass the time love.'
'Don’t go yet, sing me another lullaby, hold me near
Don’t see the marks that prove I’m not all yours dear
They mean nothing to me, just hold me here, don’t let go'

but come Friday same old shit again--same old game
why couldn’t I see? Why wouldn’t I learn?
she’s a farce, a fraud and she’s made one of me.
And all the sad and sorry apologies won’t change it all.

Because Friday…

They’ll never know the strangest things make her cry
Never know that place behind her ear that makes her hot
The things that make her the happiest can’t be bought
The words that make her smile can’t be found in a song

She’ll settle for her weekend toys, her weekend ploys
I won’t be the passerby that holds her heart aloft any longer
I’m tired of being a work-week kinda girl, tired of living a lie
Take what you can baby, cause Monday you’ll be alone…

This time you’ll have to do it on your own
Make yourself warm, sleep tight my dear
No matter who lies next to you, I hope you’re cold
Thanks for the 9-5, I’m looking for the 24-7 now…

And your Friday is always waiting...

The Funny Things No One Remembers

What can I say? I whisper to the small sleeping child in my dream. I came into this without reason, I came to you without sound and now you weep for me and I crumble into the currents of this death-defying heatstroke sent to me as a forever reminder of this bittersweet catalyst of a moment that forever infers an infinity that no one can touch. I remember without trying and forget without dying but this light will not get out of my eye-let me cease and I will give you freedom keep me chained and I will bring you rot. Sweet mercy haunts me with nothing but wrathful vengeance though my tongue steadies at an even 90 degrees. I yearn but that yields no fruit to bear and I make no amends for my actions; you saw it all coming anyhow, didn't you-wouldn't you if you saw me fade would you see me risen then too? I did not think so said the queen but it's off with your head anyhow, I care not what soul your marks leave behind. I just warn you away. Beautiful nothing that's all I bring with me and you mock me with your energy for those that know nothing yet you pour it on thick and seep not a drop of it into me but around me- surrounding me and I am weakened though not dead, at least, not yet. Oh they've tried those hellions in their laughter with their plaster-coated memories and their painted on brows but I will not be made a demon and I've long since been drafted a saint in no one's army so it's all out-fall out no one will win kind of deal but I suck it up, laugh it up and gut myself when i fill up-too much of not enough is painfully displeasing.and I have my thoughts spread out spliced open and torn to shreds upon this table but the anger seeps through me anyhow and you speak of it like you speak of me with daft cruelty masquerading in injustice oh pine for me won't you dear when your hell brings on my despair. I have spell-binding earth shattering questions that god refuses to answer-refuses to care like why give me the spindle when I do not keep the time and why make me as one with it and then cut it loose. Tainted are these teardrops of blood turned into wine and I left my reality standing headstrong in the winds of change but didn't remember gravity and lost it all the same. Hush little baby don't you cry it's all going to be alright well not this night it was a lie and they didn't tell their secrets in time to spare me, keep me save me of this from this and I am fumbling again for words and space and why do you look upon me with that face so eager so challenged but you know I gave it up gave it up gave it up and you were gone where did you go I haven't the will to keep searching so I leave my shiny little quarter inside this old well and hope it sends you kisses from angels and death looms somewhere in the distance he peers over my head and into my glass. drink little bad ass we're going for a ride and this time there's no one to stop the tide hit the brake you're going under and I will watch you drown and let you go just in time to be too late.....numb.