shrewd crest
Lest the nightmares cometh
traumas pull to birth
I shall end this day in coffin-like sleep
an untimely departure
doomed to re-emerge again, as
Monday. I begin my trials
in crisp suit; I am a thrall
seeking seeking this day's end
to spend its remains
on digital pleasures
Tuesday: half as grievous
still seems tedious
I'm running on half battery
mind full of temporary
murderous intentions barely
constrained by the veins
on my left temple
Wednesday? Thank God
tune out the noise
I turn on the phone
a blinding flash; heavy eyelids
unburden cherubins
they clasp my hands
guiding the naked soul into
a hallway which leads to...