Day 88 of the 365 day poem challenge.
Word of the day carbotinage meaning: "behaviour befitting a second-rate actor, otherwise known as hamming it up for the audience."
Saturday
pleasure fancy calm
But this is a Smokescreen only
Frantic panic tumult
acrimony
Is this the truth?
Sometimes
And sometimes also
Pleasant peaceful palatable
When the dust settles
The morning is nice enough
There are no obligations
There are expectations
But these can be drowned with a pillow
Is it better to self-combust under the strain of too much fun
Or to crawl up inside under covers and ruminate what will or should be?
The days are endless and heady
There is an end but it is far enough away to enjoy
The dread is kept at bay
By a different sort of dread
Adrenaline which sends one skyrocketing and tears away the rail lines
This is the end of the week
A week of carving animals into
Cages called work
They aren't sure anymore what to do with themselves...
Shall they frolic or feed
Bemuse one another with ambling ramblings
Fall deeply passionately in
Love or collars idly and pass out and pass over
The carbotinage of strangers
Through their long laborious night.
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