星期五

All day I spent feeling Friday the 13th
it was an ominous day
something bad is to happen
yet every day something bad happens
this time it felt specifically aimed at me
mass hysteria
though the winds rocked the yellowed leaves of the branch trees
doomed to decry the fall
whilst the gray clouds floated aloof
and the puddles from last nights rain
reflected the air passing by to whowhereswhere
the office continued with its normal routine
hate hovering about
pretending everything is ok
sniffing a wift of wellness
outta the fluorescent-lit office corner
writing this so-called poem
yeah, Friday the 13th is out to get me.