Manga Popart Butterfly

Manga Popart Butterfly

Saturday, May 28, 2016

Ah, Saturday---

...for those of us who've worked office jobs
most of our lives, Saturday equals freedom:
sleeping late, doing chores undone all week, shopping
for food, cooking, laundry, gardening, reading---a few
precious hours to relax...although most of this
sounds like work, too, but for the reading.

Squeeze in some writing,
if you can, and dream about the imaginary day
in the future when you'll have unlimited
time to daydream and write your heart out...
pen in hand, endless pages of paper...

Your heart, that hourglass inside you
that wakes you on moonless nights as
the grains of sand falling down,
down, down sound like
boulders crashing on glass when, in your youth,
they were marshmallows against marshmallows,
soundless, quiet as death...

Saturday, the only good day out of seven.
Sunday, a feeling of dread returns...going
back to the job you hate, with coworkers
you'd never in a million years socialize with, much
less spend eight long hours a day with... all so you'll have
insurance, rent and food...
never knowing, never guessing that
tomorrow never comes, will never, ever come
no matter how long or how fast you run.

The hourglass always wins.
The grains run out in the end.
The grains run out in the end.


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