a short week
made twice as long
by anxiety
the metroplex remains
suspectly silent
a midweek holiday
leaving the roads
half empty as i
wander aimless
hoping to kill off
three days without
doing any actual work

a dull malaise throbs
inheriting apathy from
dismissive clouds
in a dirge of aeroplanes
left in holding patterns
circling slowly
seeking easy prey
as tailfins break
the morbidity of gray
a funeral shroud hiding
metallic sharks in a
cottony oceanic illusion