Saturday Night No Fever
The current in my inner skin
today does sting
like sharply pointed
nine pins
the weekend is going to be dry
Saturday and Sundays
all everything closed
no surprise nothing to try
where into the garbage bin of time
can we ourselves dispose
early morning we all rose
the sun was keen to peep in
but scratching inside doors
kept me sighing
the clouds requested the sun
to wait
the poet now sleeps
though late
I hear the silent laughter and get up straight
pull the curtains and welcome my sun
Comments
Still partying...
Stay home and have a glass of wine or two and watch some porn or something. This thing can't last forever. We will beat it. One of your better ones. ~ Geez.
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thanx two above
yes it is my best