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
faces
potentially a pain in the ass
then, the moon reappears
here again
smiling as we approach our
destination
Thank God it’s Friday

By Paolo Michell

Advertisements

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!
This entry was posted in Poetry and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s