from the pen of icarus blake

Monday.  Tired as I am, the world feels wide awake.  The sun is warm and I can almost smell vanilla in the air.  Today I Can:
			Breathe Deeply
			Alarm for 11:30
			Appointment at 2:00
			Wonder Aloud
Tuesday.  The sun is out today, but the brightness of morning hurts my eyes.  Something stinks like gasoline.  Today I Need To:
			Alarm for 10:00
			Morning Coffee (No Decaf)
			Get Gas?
			I Can Do This
Wednesday.  No more sun but it doesn’t matter, most people can’t tell sunlight from fluorescent lights.  There’s something burning.  For Today:
			Alarm for 9:00
			Morning Coffee (Big Cup)
			The Drive (25 Minutes)
			Your Smile is as Fake as your Confidence
Thursday.  It’s misty and the roads are wet.  I can’t seem to find the sun behind the clouds, but it’s still warmer out than it should be.  To Do:
			Alarm for 10:00
			Morning Coffee (Maybe Tea?)
			Rewrite Notes
			Rewrite Self
Friday.  The weather doesn’t matter today, sunlight and fluorescent lights are the same.  I smelled something burning again this morning.  Today:
			Alarm for 9:00
			Morning Coffee (All Decaf?!)
			Stretch Drive to 30 Minutes
			Catch Up On Reading Between Obligations
Saturday.  Time is bullshit and weekends are a lie we tell ourselves so we don’t feel bad for the people serving us coffee.  Get It Over With:
			Alarm for 9:00
			Morning Coffee (Still Fucking Decaf)
			Become Simultaneously the Worst and Best Driver
			Buy Burn Cream
Sunday.  It’s cloudy but I’m wearing sunglasses anyway.  Option 2 is squint and pretend like I’m tired, not blind.  I can see tire marks where someone spun out.  Today:
			Alarm for 9:00
			Morning… Tea?
			Run Yourself/Someone Else Off The Road
			“No Foam Cappuccino” Does Not Exist
Monday.

Written in 2018 for a creative writing course. I don’t dabble in poetry often, but my class liked this one.