Friday,
open one eye first
check out my surroundings
take a few soundings
make fresh coffee and
quench my thirst.

A dull pair of socks matches my mood.
I wish
I could teletype my likes and strike out
these feelings, erase self imposed limits
and smash through glass ceilings.

Friday,
one day after and one just before,
I get loaded somewhere and
become a part of the floor.
What is life for?
I wish
someone had told me, there'll be no
one to hold me in the darkness
of my falling.

She
casts a spell on me
ties me in ecstasy
sets the dull mood free
and shades me from
misery.