Oh Monday Morning
Old moon drops from sight,
Light travels thru an echo to
Calmly awaits its bounce,
Sea obeys and leaves the sand
Linnet sings, a new day has begun.
The central station of the heart
Slows the motion trains,
Corpuscle freight awaits the start
Between the pulsating refrain.
To blackness void of starlight tone
The body clock ticks a wake up call seems,
Conscious sleeps in twilight zones
Suspended in the lane of dreams.
Blink of an eye forget and wake
Evolving today’s way to feel,
Playing the yo-yo game of happy and sad
Masking happy for the social deal.
Used air for breath
Glides through unpolished teeth,
Fresh is whimpering on the window pane,
Brain clicks an urge to move
The needle plays the thoughts
In fleshful grooves silent,
Eyes survey the scene
Miserable toothbrush waits.
Grab eggs ’n’coffee
On the side, hurry your cars
Ticking over by the kerb outside,
Out steps the cloned Mr Smith.
Suffering the scourge of the same
As us all
Monday, Morning itous
Never mind the day will right us.
poem by Ken e Hall
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