The Week Belches Into Life

Monday, 28th April 1997

Monday screams in on thin leather wings,
tearing the air,
scaring chair-warmers everywhere.
Weekends end, bleak weeks shriek awake,
taking the biscuit and having the cake,
making the day blaze,
phasing you, not pleasing you. Teasing you
from dreams of strange scenes,
welcomer than the familiar,
shaking you up
and out of the door for more of the same;
working grins, grim, forever things.
Monday begins.
Screaming in on thin leather wings.
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B