Four thirty plus

Wednesday
is a trap which we
willingly fall
into,
thinking as we do
that
the week’s half way
through.

but it’s downhill from here
which is a trifle bit queer
because it feels like
I’m in second gear.

I’ll be awake for as long
as it takes.

I did dream
I do dream
would you dream with me?

and I try again
not to die again
but
you make it so easy.

Life is like the bag of crisps
that you thought was
a jigsaw.

Wednesday,
there’s
nothing to see here
move along
about your business.

© 2017, John Smallshaw.