Watch My Mind Dance For You

Monday burns like kerosene, Neruda said.
But today is Saturday
And my mind still boils from the flame.
Your head aches you say?
Mine too.
There are far too many thoughts.
They race in and out of my ears,
Through my nose, through my eyes,
Throughout the wildness of the sun.
The weekend brings a loneliness,
It pours whiskey into the fire of my skull
It makes my eyes bulge red with dreams.
Dreams where I sit, and watch, as my thoughts dance to the nightly call of the unmated
mockingbird.
Dreams where I pour ghostly water through my eternally blazing head.
Dreams where the calendar forever reads Saturday, and there is no day of rest.
The weekend brings a loneliness,
Of which no flower can seduce,
And no dream alleviate.

© J. N. Vasdi