On one kind of day
put a thing down for an instant
and instantly it is lost;
the slice from your butterfingers
homes to the woolliest carpet
(butterside down, of course);
your most top secret plan
smuggles itself, via the bribed wastebasket
to a malicious intray,
while the train and the girl have just left
and there is never, ever
anywhere to park.
On such a day
Troilus methinks tumbled from the Trojan wall
his fall
only partly broken by the Grecian tent
where Cressid lay
with Diomed having a ball.
On such a day
it never snows but blizzards
and the early worms and lizards
invariably get the bird.
On such an Un-
day there's just one
thing to be done –
go to bed and stay there till next sunrise.
Well, if you're a hero, there is another:
pull yourself together
and flit through the wall
the pacific dateline
into yestermorrow:
go!
Unday
© Copyright: David Lake, 2003
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