The Week That Never Was

 
The first blues of the morn peek through
the broken shutter blinds
that haven't worked since the industrial revolution

The fridges whiney hum backdrop
ticktock clock serenading the leaky tap
helicopter flyby
the odd commuter returning from the graveyard
the birds sing not at this hour

What day is it today

"today"

Come on blood what day

"sunday, so they tell us"

You want to chip in for some sniff snaff snuff
"not my thing you know me"
OK ok you get the liquor i'll get the treats

Thinking does that include dirty whores
guess we can write another week off as AWOL missing in action

"not all that up for it"

Why
"feel more like staying here getting comatose stoned"

Don't worry there will be plenty of green

Pondering
how to verbalise no
just want to stay here hide away
smoke my self a day or two into oblivion
maybe get the munchies bake a cake
cover the thing in whipped cream and chocolate fudge

"not in the most social of moods right now
plus, still trying to figure out where last week escaped to let alone last month"