Weekdays

sunday cordon bleu
left over from saturday's
excesses

monday awake
[for the factory's sake]
but tuesday lies
in the same way
all your teachers lied...
on about 'potential'
ignoring all the differentials
between you and them;
  anyone could have lived my life
  better.

wednesday leaves unexpectedly,
pulling the rug out from under
thursday's fine ideas.
it's better this way, usually.
it's better this way, they say.

idle hands are friday's play things,
stuck in the excitement of exhaustion
digging around in empty pockets
for the whole of last week's dreams...