Mon thru Fri

Rainy Monday crushed on TGF

(That Girl Friday)

poured get up and go,

cats and dogs

and sodden checks, too,

into the second day…

(a delightful afternoon)

but log-jammed on Wednesday’s grade.

‘Bristled lightning at the delay

struck hammer blows–

in thunderous, 24/7 drumroll

(Thor’s-day)

and Tapped out at sunrise…

(the beginning of the best)

the dawn of indulgence,

a payday unspoken for,

and no real rules at all.

And in this oasis of

pivotal construct,

Monday and Friday

>merged<

living a life of Saturdays,

that slept an extra hour…

‘Spilled coffee on rumpled sheets,

and crafted reel-to-real memories,

(with glitter and Elmer’s Glue)

‘Spooned weekend-flavored ice-cream

into bottomless bowls,

* erasing headlines *

and red-penning subterfuge…

incidentally creating

a human-interest story

that could run

all week.