weakdays (in season)

tis the timing for tides
red & green
at 80 degrees
can i find my holy day
if i've already been saved
before i had a choice
choice.
complicated with internal noise
running. but i stay in place.
hiding. but i am still here.
voices all too loud
in the midnight clear
seeking solace in solitude
attempts to come to.
make me like eggs
scrambled, deviled, fried or hard boiled
better off in the shell
staying safe in the liquid of myself
monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday
repeat.
bent at the elbow
with bitten nails
and shoulders
with chipped sails.
i am half water
and half fire
muted on the cross
saving love
from the silver platter toss
no more sacrifices
will be named
because i am unable
to convince myself
of any truth.
monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday
repeat.
window shopping
bargaining for peace
wrap the tree
with ornaments and
shiny things
garland and memories
there is no holiday
in 80 degrees
only subsisting demons
with a stranglehold on reason
projecting versions of ourself
on a wide screen
with broken reels
pushing rewind
and fast forward
at the same time
monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday
repeat.
the eves upon us
with restless bells
and endless sales
some bargains
can't be made
some gifts
need to be saved
the new year in sight
but number 13
reaps
even 157 adds up
and i am not equipped
for the 2 of cups
drowning in
the fountain
saving
mutual self preservation
stream of honesty
monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday
repeat.
rewind is stuck
pause
lines on a screen
tinsel on a tree
decorative distractions
to tame the scream
the demand
for comfort
and joy
i must maintain
keep everything
wrapped and taped
and leave the surprises
for said dates
salt water life
third eye mind
gotta trust the insides
because the hiero
knows the
arches of the
threshold
& it's not the
odysseys time to
come home
satellite seeks
is not complete
monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday
repeat.