- We Need Weights to Restructure the Weak

Sunday sucking on a toothpaste tube to
   Undo what last night erased.
Monday fucking under concrete covers,
   Steady suffer - our already rubber souls.
Refuse-day's nothing like alive,
   And despite repeated requiem waits,
   Tired tomorrow eyes survive.
Wed when knot day arrives alone,
   Deadly dis-resemble the melancholy moan.
Thurs-way's a way to re-reach reverse understanding,
   Planning on but not pretending to go.
Why daze-dilute a somber rain.
   Instead insist this mist twist tight
   Around every off focus brain gap,
   And snap each synapse from what
   Others are convinced is still within the borders of sane.