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SEVEN DAZE A WEEK

 FONDLING FRIDAY: 25 APRIL 2014

Oh Friday!

You, Friday, Famous in Faux Fur!

Fifteen minutes is not enough for you.

Fourteen Centuries will the curtain call, endure.

Chiseled in Forever this Friday, will last.

Come lay here under the shadow of this

Red blanket with me… see… you feel…

SONNTAG /SUNDAY

¡Santa, es la cuidad que celebra el Domingo!

Sunday smooth knit lace of Chai Tea and gently folded

Passion flowers blooming in the pages of the novels

Competing for eye, clicks, with scented history books

filled with saintly images and narratives of knights

Men ready to kill the… villagers… near the church…

the chicken, organic, rolled in a quail’s egg and herbs

From Frau Kolb’s private poolside garden.

SAMSTAG: 26 APRIL 2014

Sacred Saturday (¡Sabado Sagrado!)

Behold: the little pancake of silence

Cut from a loaf of the roasted, twisted

Brains; bent under the wait of… WALT DISNEY!

Work loaded; Seventh Day weakness.

A “Winner,” losing sleep.

Baked in reek of shattered dreams and broken

Recovery in a lingering cup… Shabat morgen

We walk, after the sun rises:

Kona Kaffee… Schwarzt mit Zuckenberg, Bitte.

IT IS THURSDAY

I am constantly surprised by how quickly the days… evaporate and time leaves behind coffee rings and bagel bulges… on some bottoms… others: not so much. Hah! Thursday: you are a day everybody welcomes. You are beloved.

Recycled WEDNESDAY

You are standing. You are soaked in blue WISDOM!

This Wednesday is a flowering, towering, dazzling

Reality: you hear the birds, see the butter flying, and

SING along with the i-tunes streaming elevator jazz.

YOU throw back a couple leggy numbers in the

steaming spring rain passed lightly over wise men

Wearing candelabras in their wasted coats. WOW!

I’ve arrived at a destination I dreamed of. I am home. Finally…

I roamed. I went everywhere. I came here before and found it alien.

Now I hang my hat by the door and I adore that we have finally …

Arrived at this simple now that I wish everyone would find

the fine and simple armpit smell they LOVE and TRUST.

I met my match. He’s handsome! He is taller than me.

I feel very much a “she,” next to him; which helps me feel safe. Yes, he’s my muscle.

He’s the brains of this operation. I’m just show and fireworks. AWE.

He delivers. I’m just his top distraction and consul. I am the gate keeper.

I pour the wine my X sent us to celebrate my 41st. Thank goodness.

WHO’S TUESDAY

This Tuesday belongs to the Muses; an amusing bunch.

They lunch, yet prefer brunch because Champagne

And Muses go together into the Grove; a Mall at the edge of Vine

And Passion: the Muses dance together, barefoot, fingers and toes…

Entangled sister Muses; Molly wrote new code for the web that

Stretches into a pinprick sized rod to aid in dividing time

and saving ours: to be wasted, elsewhere, in a flurry of action!