Tuesday woven

Tuesday woven
Tuesday spins and tuesday spans
I have wrestled so vigourously with
those long clock hands.
How i´ve looked up to the sky this day and prayed
pleaded for all the meaning churned in daydreams.
to give me some indication to not get middle week rotten.
Pleaded to have half of mine come true.

What a begger tuesday left me.
Not a better way to inject my words all through
my most admired.
The clock hands embrace and a tear tells me
to stay clear of whisky´s taste.

All corners of the heart like all corners of the week.
Two days at a time and one extra to gain or lose us.
I pray Tuesday wont abuse us.
Time is blood brothers and sisters.