"Where the fuck did Monday go?" - from David Bowie's final album

 


prep
ostur
ous to go so far that names of days
          be stolen
                 for the fat-assed pleasures
                       offered in abstraction,

                             ( a distraction of the wildest sort)

So now we must pay when we play the ponies.
So now the cards are all yellow and green.
And maya-world spins mother's loving basket
           into bursting flame, flash, and ash.

To-morrow will be the best ever, provided the delusions
are set up right and proper.
                                     And the magpies quit their weeping.
And silly devils forget how they got here, and why.

None are ever satisfied.......

Where the fuck, indeed?

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