Spinning the reels

I get over Monday just to fall into Tuesday?
where do I pay to get out of this trap?

it’s still dark outside and maybe Tuesday won’t
find its way into today, one lives and at times in hope.

The coffee’s hot, I’m not
well
not yet, even handsome bastards have
to put a face on and that is peculiar,

as a boy hearing that phrase,
‘have to put my face on’
I would wonder how it was taken off
and why?
and of course these days everyone has a face
to put on, one for every occasion
which has nothing to do with me, you or
whether Tuesday comes through,

I’m on my second coffee.

© 2020, John Smallshaw.