7 Days

[bean]

Sunday I am scum,

lower than dog shit

stuck to my shoe.

I am nothing.

Sharp steel drags

across my skin on

Monday, hoping to feel

something more

than this misery.

Tuesday’s river of sorrow

falls into hopelessness.

Indifference greets me

on Wednesday.

Thursday brings intensity.

Euphoria sets in

as my mind races.

New Ideas,

Big Plans.

There

Is

No

Time

For

Sleep.

Empty liquor bottles highlight

Friday -

I am a goddess and you

will worship me.

On Saturday I am a whore,

fucking that stranger

in the back seat of my car.

This never ending cycle

is all to familiar -

Where is my Lithium?

[Amerist]

I like how the prose makes it look like there's a hollow hole in the middle of the poem -- on Thursday.

Well, I also like how thy week goes "over the hump," it grinds up a hill like Sisiphys pushing the boulder, but it peaks and goes rolling out of control, tumbling mania.

[bean]

Thanks

[pomba gira]

perfect... reminds me ov my wife.

[the eternal]

Funny Ive known you months pomba and never met her.

Yeah, I like the arc of the poem too, as if the energy is opposite of a normal poem, with the negative expanding and threatening to swallow the page until euphoria hits and your pen of despair is beaten back until weekend comes.

Another great one