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The Friday Chronicles |
1.
not sure how
but the alarm clock
is far less alarming
on friday morning the sun
illuminates a hazy glow
sliver of hope, ray of light.
2.
monday work… tuesday work… wednesday work… thursday work… friday, hmm, yeah, whatever.
3.
back in the day
a wise man
sat me down
friday at lunch
said, "son, everyone's
a bohemian today,
let's have us
a coupla' long
island iced teas!”
4.
on friday afternoon in america, you can smell freedom in the air, like chocolate chip cookies baking in an oven, delight is imminent.
5.
apathetic, anarchistic
hedonistic tribe
gathers
late on friday night
to alter minds,
shift perceptions,
and breathe poetry.
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copyright 2014
Scott C.
Kaestner |
