Premedicated
This must be an accident,
have I set a precedent?
is there something that
Monday's not telling me?
It's six of the clock plus three
plus me
and far too light in the day
I may even float off and away
to where yonder lies.
Or is this a parable of the
traveller
inconsolable on
Monday?
Whatever
it's never good news
to
the one who's
listening.
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