The Weekend Blues

Saturday of Lazarus

Palm Sunday

Have The Weekend Blues again

Mind running faster all the time

Can’t ever catch it.

STOP THINKING!!!

BREATHE DEEPLY!!!

Once again, paralleling self with Lazarus

A constant theme im my life and works,

That and being unable to make dem bones talk.

Always trying, but they remain silent.

Unlike my brain.

Will it ever shut up

Will the bones ever speak up

Maybe they could take up

The slack,

If I gave ‘em the chance.

But

I have no chance 

Or choice

In the matter.

My brain has a mind of its own.

No rest for the wicked, 

Not even in my dreams.

“Jane, get me of this crazy thang!”

Raised

Self from the dead

Then praised constantly,

Waiting to be crucified.

Already have the thorny crown.

The Weekend Blues.

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