Yaaay it’s the weekend

And as suddenly as it came it came again for no other reason than habit.

how many more will he send, will it end at the end where beginning’s always ended?

this started out so happy,
woke up
made a coffee
lit a cigarette
stood out on the balcony
and then
darkness hovered over me
and not forgetting the winds
of philosophy that blew
through haphazardly.

This mood will lift as the sun rises,
if the sun rises,

But there is a certainty most certainly
and that is

© 2020, John Smallshaw.