THE WEEKEND SLIPPED AWAY

the weekend slipped away
like every other day
like my every hope for reprieve
like my love for the meekness of my powers
I again lament the fewness of the hours

the weekend slipped away
like the time left to pay
all the pipers I meant to call in
like my fondness for the logic of my ways
I again lament the shortness of the days

the weekend slipped away
like the comfort of the grey
like my every hope for ignorant bliss
like roadmaps of the windy roads I chews
I again lament the fickle of the muse