jubilant friday lingers on the lips

and tongues, bitter and sweet drinks

offering fun, freedom, forgetting.

Friday music hovers over

minds clouded with rushed desires,

cramming life into too short hours.

Frenetic Friday drives us mad

with yearning.

I wrote this draft as part of National Poetry Writing Month. I hope to collect these works for a mixed media/writing piece I am working on entitled Love Letters to My Brother in Prison.