the fucking taboo of monday

Why should drinking on a Monday be frowned upon? Especially during midterms,
when all i want is to drown my sorrows,
I'll take a slug of captain jack sparrows
pearlescent ichor,
It'll make my fingers stickier
and so what?
Maybe I'll try rum
and burn my tongue,
anything to feel alive again
fingers coursing through hair so vibrant
so volatile the match and the plate.
Strike, and cli(t)ck, and boom.
the tnt of my bedroom,
withstanding the one night,
I'd barter for a few more,
parlay with my mouth, and yours,
between,
around,
inside of.
Make a mess of.
creation artistic nightmare clash
regular dreams pony dashed,
not a forced, coerced lunch break,
a melody of a different taste,
please, please,
don't leave me
don't let me go back
the night is long and it freezes
what I think is a soul,
more than noodles can give care,
a brooding and broken mare of
springtime cheer, please, applaud,
uproar, sing my name as
we come together.