Thank God It’s Friday

travelling with my back to
my destiny
the moon flickers between
the trees
like a lightbulb
about to die
then, it’s gone!
exhausted now extinguished
no longer there
sixty miles an hour
through the semi-darkness
looking at reflections in the glass
people with their moody
potentially a pain in the ass
then, the moon reappears
here again
smiling as we approach our
Thank God it’s Friday

By Paolo Michell


About pmisteil

Hi, my name is Paul though I write under other names like, Thatcher and Paolo, I love literature, art and architecture their passion and drama....the contradictions. The notion of Truth-who is the person behind the mask? Or does it matter! I like long walks and longer conversations over cappuccinos in a cafe with atmosphere and the rest is a journey!
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