friday

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…

We Drink

we drink each Friday night: we drink to forget the dead end jobs that pay our bills we drink to laugh, though we sometimes cry we drink for courage we drink to slough off this weight we carry for people who do not have food or water or alcohol to forget. we forget for a…