Blam
and here I am,
it was going to be
Glam
and here I am
but then I saw myself
in the mirror
so
it's
Blam,

Friday shot away
the remnants of a falling Thursday
which is definitely
Glam
but it did sound  like
Blam.

And already sleep is just a memory
a way to get from
A to B
journeys in a straight line through
the corridors of night time

I'm making coffee.