(20 minute poetry)


Misery
all about me,
signs of misery
it
must be Tuesday
cheers.

Lost in a long list of losts
I make a longer list of things
to be done
but
I run from the memory
only to bump into misery
down
on the underground line.
cheers.

one day closer to being no nearer
what do we do it for?

we do it anyway
every day
and some say
Tuesday bears none of
the blame,
all the same it's still ****** misery
stuck here with the memory
of Summer
that's still yet to be.