I am not Friday evenings,
nor am I Sunday mornings.
I am more of a hot Wednesday afternoon,
when you step outside and take
another puff from your cigarrete .
Or a day that never
became a leap day.
Maybe I'm just one of those days
that take you by the throat
and squeeze just a little too much.
"it's just another bad day"
Another bad day to ask myself why the
demons I keep in jars always end up in my head.
And then you realise that these days are killing you,
inhaling what tastes like death.
Or maybe I am today.
Today sounds like a better idea.

l.m