Woosie Tuesday
dreary blues day
head melted like a clock by Dali.
Willing time to quicken
but it's a
chained frantic junkyard dog: going nowhere beyond where it should.
Blustery Tuesday
frustratingly slow day
error ridden and awkwardly dragging sideways.
Been dotting t-s, crossing i-s
confused by afterthoughts
and should've saids.
Some days were made for beds