7 Days

This one is in two parts

Sunday came around and rolled on by without me.

And Monday was devoted to something else where I was not invited.

Tuesday I woke up to my phone ringing to tell me what the total balance was of all I had.

Wednesday was the culmination of all my dreams coming to be so in my life. If only I could wake up to receive them.

When Thursday came so hard I turned off from it all.

Friday and it was said there’s only two days left to make up your mind.

Saturday I spent thinking about it.

Sunday was the maid’s day, and when she saw me passed out on the floor she picked me up by my collar and then threw me out the door and said: you lazy thing you, go get a job, and don’t come back here until you get one.

I got as far as the bottom of the lawn and knew nothing more that day except a seagull with its beady eye staring at me.

TAPPING

Oh, oh, and now there’s a tapping coming from underneath the floorboards to bill me for what’s lost.

There are some who will tell you that this is better than the hooting under the wallpaper.

But I’m of a mind that where there are ghosts there’s rustlings.

32 minutes later as I was thinking on this I heard the TV say to me: the heart of a warrior is wounded in love, but the heart of a mystic is a stranger to the warrior and one more mystery that must be solved.

This was insoluble to me, so I lay on the floor and looked upwards and began to feel hungry.

And then hunger drove me out into the dark night to find food.

Yes, it was hunger that drove me in for a bag of chips, but I had to wait for them to cook.

But I could not dance alone anymore so after they gave me the chips I went into the darkness and ate the hot chips without any fear for I was the night and the darkness of all that would come near; but later, when I came home the door was locked.

The darkness consumed me on the step where I lay to sleep in some movie only god will remember.

I came to take myself away and woke up in the new day full of all the things I didn’t want that had followed me through space and time to here.

A heart without fear needs no place to hide, but to understand the stranger behind the song sometimes you must go where you fear to tread.

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