Sweet is a Word

 

Sweet Monday, a Sweet Monday
There you are...in the door
A grey feeling today
You're leaving...not to see you anymore

 

Sweetness and light
You come over...you say
We had a wonderful night
But I gotta go...got to away.

 

Sweet Monday, Sweet Monday dawn
Leaving...left sorting
You're going, you're gone

Sweet Monday, Sweet Monday morning

 

Sweet Monday, Sweet mess
You're going...deep sink
Just leaving...Just dressed
You sit...and smoke...and think...

                                    ~1989

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

He sits He smokes He thinks. Chews on his thumb, he's gone.

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L. L. Pangan's picture

This reminds me of a monday sickness. Nice poem.