let it be Friday.

you wait every week for a Friday

desperate for a drink, a smoke, a kiss..

the magic drink to change your life

or at least to blur your mind

while you lick the dripping smoke

from some person's lips

your person?

it never is.

he's there, you're here.

so you gotta take what's left

a drink, a smoke, a kiss?

alluring cloud of 'hey, let's fuck?'

yet your mind is screaming 'i wanna go home..'

where, to whom, to what?

but you down another drink, steal another smoke from someone's mouth

your soul dissolving in the ashtray

at least you're not alone,

isn't it right, my darling?

you're such a lovely child,

scared shitless, still so brave.

here - it's Friday,

let us live.

let us drink and smoke and kiss souls who'll never touch ours.

let it be Friday again - the day of lust.

of unconditional love for strangers,

disastrous desire to share your ugly broken pieces with another.

although, it's sad, my darling,

how you know all so well

that those little spikes sticking out your puzzle piece

would never fit with theirs

as they did 

with the one

whose name you whimper silently 

every Friday night.

Unfaithfully yours, V.