Thank God It's Friday

It was three years ago I realize

that Friday nights

are not so great

And being human is nothing special

And life is just puff from god's cigar.

Oh thank God it's Friday

Another night to feel like hay.

I sit in a blue chair

Staring at dark star dotted sky

Reflecting another world

billion light miles away...

At dawn I day dream about darkness

At dusk I howl at the moon's nakedness

And escape.

I go...home

into the woods of my mind

stepping on every grass

that comes under my soul...

The moon in there is stripped

Skinned

Red

Sad

I step out of my delusion

into yet another illusion.

I dull my mind

With erotica

and a glass of Vodka

lest I begin to think distant thoughts

about wars and love,

cruelties and salvation,

damned souls, right and wrong,

poverty, plenty,

justice, might...

Money, power, sins, forgiveness,

Buddha, Yahweh, Allah, nothingness.

Meanwhile,

Thank God it's Friday

My body starves for attention,

While my soul starves for peace and quiet.

Exhausted, I fall asleep on myself

Half asleep

Half awake

I blow God a good night kiss

and wonder why He cringed in pain...

Night long I stare at the ceiling

Wondering when this will all end.

#365DaysOfPoetry

#Pengician

#SSA

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