wednesday in name alone

the sky was dappled
in pink and purple
as i gave up on sleep
to sit sadly staring
waiting for the storms
to roll over texas
a feeling of gravel in
my guts churning away
as i seek motivation
to put on clothes and
face the faceless woe
of a wednesday that wants
to be considered friday

some days are self aware
a tuesday knows it is
just a cog in the machine
while today feels entitled
averting the natural flow
in unnatural currents
seeking to sink the ships
of placid exhaustions as
it cries out to recognized
as a precursor to the
long broke weekend where
rubbing pennies together
still won’t make ends meet

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