today is not a day
to write
today is a day
to remember
the failures of genius
today is not a day
for healing
today is a day
to be stabbed by the past
one thousand times over
today is not a day to
dream of the future
today is a day to
accept how old you’ve become
rugged design perhaps
yet everything still aches

try and forget
the curse of tuesday

today is not a day
for prayer
today is a day to
smoke cigarettes and
wait for the clock to run out
today is not a day
for poetry, nor for women
today is a day for
time clocks, and false camaraderie
today is not the day
for wild cats to
come down from the mountain
and claim their birthright
today is a day for
spent humanz
to wake up and go
no fantasies today
today, they tell me to
grow up, and get serious
today is tired
maybe tomorrow will lift this fog