PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Wednesday mornings were always such a drag
once we decided to start waking up instead of
drinking up our dreams until the
afternoon when we could barely remember
yesterday; except for the fact that it never happened.

Steel toed boots became
useless among the alligator handbags that
collected dust in the bottom left hand corner of the
kitchen cabinet.
Everyone forgot my name until
dinner was over and it became time to move onto desert.

Humanity is an alien concept among the people who
offer children's fairy tales to porno stars while
refusing the stretch the imagination through the
rack left over from the good-ol' days when we could just torture the
innocent into guilt.
Be my savior and maybe we can sleep again;
let the desire take you back to what he had
yesterday and put it into next Wednesday.