“To Wednesday From Tuesday”
Please enjoy the artwork and words of a talented writer.
“…trees are friends, nearby in thoughts and almost in days –
I was Tuesday, he was Wednesday –
‘Come on on Wednesday’ – he used to say –
Wednesdays are like come-ons.
Tempting while I blush
and engulfing me in the spirit of madness.
The good spirit (sans spirits),
a phantom release of pleasure.
Free from the escape,
unencumbered by the echo
of days just passed.
Wednesdays are to me an image
ripe and pure.
The vixens of the mid-week
impelling my vocabulary,
nay, my gravity!
Altering the force of my axis and
wielding me with naive joy.
How sensitive and sarcastic of me to fight
an unearthly invitation.
Like the first cynic,
shall I lie with the dogs?
Or open free and wide the lung space
those breathing apparatus;
while owning the best of myself
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