En Passant

         Two-For-Tuesdays

 

 

Got empty bottles on the shelf
Beside a plastic Christmas elf
Got pictures on the wall and floor and bed
of you and me and crinkled grins
of pursing lips and wrapped-up limbs
Got holes the size of Saturn in my head

 

            Hungover all day Sunday
            Those mournful moanful Mondays
            Too many two-for Tuesdays
            Far too few you-for-you days
           But I remember Saturday

Awoke and rolled over for Crown
Instead of it or you I found
the break-up note you wrote on the computer
I envy those who never sink
A toast to those who wholly drink
Not to re-live the past but to relieve the future

 

              Those wobbly weak-kneed Wednesday
              Those thick-tongued thorry Thursdays
              Too many two-for-Tuesdays
              Far too few you-for-you days
              But I remember that Saturday

                             BREAK
A toast to those in debt to better bettors
A toast to those lost bitter-swilled regretters
And those who tossed shots down their throats and loves like you away
Thank you for loving me even a day

                       Forgetful foggy Fridays
                      Too many me for my days
                      Too many two-for-Tuesdays
                      Far too few you-for-you days
                        But I remember that sad Saturday