Come a little closer,
stretch that chance to see the possibility;
that it might fit just right.
Through haze of days it seems so dim.
How could it work with so much that doesn't?
quenching of bottom
slitting of bubbled tension
the cover slips off the trick and reveals
the plain truth of it.
Tasteless and filling.
You love Fridays because the cut you loose
and hate Mondays because the reel you in.
Disconnect and see what pulls you this way and that
with the frivolous tide.
Take only what you can carry and join me
to tomorrow