JIM TRAINER'S POEM OF THE WEEK, Stuck Like The Tick Of A Clock
LONG MONDAY
we don’t
go to parties or shows
take pictures
of us happy, smiling
or in love
we just
get away into each other
roll the nights and mornings
aloft in the beach house
heavy as planks on each other
we lock the door but let the sun in
devoted until
the weekend’s over
and fill the days of the week
counting back down
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