The Regular Monday
A day or a dream? It's like any winter/spring Monday Wake up to a gloomy sky and tasteless breakfast How can one submerge in the bitter joy of a hasty coffee? I don't remember where I spend the night is it here or there? how should it matter when none of the beds are mine I can't say for certain whether I missed summer and a day at the beach because shortly after, it is water everywhere it cascades from the sky to land on the ground its little drops coil so tightly to spread like bedsheet one that is meant to strip not cover the million lies and promises of budget robbers and dwellers' carelessness to lamp the impoverished and challenge the furnished its little drops coil so tightly to spread like bedsheet to cover the tears and wounding words behind to washaway the blood and dirt of a forgotten sacrifice to drown our cars like our drowning dreams this engraves in mind an unforgotten Monday I ride in the gestating floods mistaken for my tears and imprisoned mind &qu