Sunday Blues

whilst trying

not to succumb

to this weeks round

of the Sunday blues

i drift from there to moody

i try to think of other days

i ponder several different ways

i imagine one of many plays

to avoid the source of this malaise

and yet still

i'm mocked

by my wristwatch

by my calendar

little red letters on one

i don't even have a calendar

so here i am right

slipping into this version

this latest instalment

... Sunday silence

too early for this

too late for that

it fits like a fog of gloves

from one layer

of reality to another

between the madness

and the boredom

between the hope

and the despair

clouding like bleach in water

cloying the very air

all wound up

for the winding down

living it yeah,

but not many

feels

at all

Sunday: a one in seven kind of thing