old friday nights
resurfacing
as i emerge out of the glass globe
of work.
old friday nights
coming back
to me
impractically
like i'm trying to
grab
a handful of velvet
from the dark sky
(and i remember
the
excitement
of those nights
drilling
outwards
from my heart to extremities,
the end of
my week shift
suspended
like a good cliff-hanger.)

my memories are mischievous
ghouls
throwing punches
at me
that never miss

no,
it is i who miss
those old friday nights.