cold dark days & headaches form,
brilliant lights explode in mind.
I’m off to war in but a moment,
where dogs and cats will be left behind.
dreams will run or skip and make me smile,
though shadows form in veiled mask!
repetitions blown from the four winds of time,
i sit here frozen, though happy, relaxed.
i could tell you a story of the famous girl,
but i know that tonight you may not care.
My vice is my own and the thoughts are known.
so i’ll just pop upstairs and change for war.
old man clothes, blazer, shirt,
black tie and watch, his pockets clean.
these garbs i’ll drop and out i go,
escape the ritual of a Friday sleep.
all in order to impress the world,
or perhaps i’d say, to make me feel
a slight sense of some human worth,
or if all goes well, the world will smile
& the day will be won, alongside the battle.
for the library’s clean, the kids sent home,
weekend is free and the dreams begin.
who knows what fantasies will blow this mind,
& tease our eyes with skin and heat!
Good night, good night, farewell & night!
~ Friday night & I’m shattered, but free!
(c) Ed Simkins