Miroslava Odalovic

(Montenegro)

It's just my Friday


IT's just my Friday you know
and it doesn't really matter
if it's the day or night
can't figure out the zones
for the zones the zones
are like ozone holes
all zone holes swallowing all time

it's just my Friday you know
full of repetitions round routes and routines
ground in time machines
and it doesn't really matter
if the coffee's black or white
sugar free or sweet
it'll fill the beats
of my Friday heart
before each Friday
thirteen or whichever
finally falls apart

it's just my Friday you know
sleepless at all hours
digging layers of darkness
in which I type a letter a b or c
and it doesn't really matter
if the letters are just these
popping on the screen
blinking at a spleen
with eyes of disbelief
and hands dipped in grief

Submitted: Thursday, November 21, 2013
Edited: Friday, November 22, 2013

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