<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471136" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Bipolar Monday</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It's ineptly Monday<br>And I had a swell night<br>Last Saturday<br>That adroitly stretched <br>Till the dawn of Sunday<br>With the jocund boys<br>Of the maladroit taverns<br>Though I've ruined<br>And maimed the effervescence<br>Of the last ticking hours<br>When I left the guffawing<br>For I can no longer<br>Hold my breathing<br>And the resilient wry<br>Wrinkled in a caterwaul<br>Of silence; <br>Bronchus' collapsing, <br>Ribs shrilling, <br>Eyes riddling<br>Honesty<br>And it felt worse<br>To drag a comrade<br>Into the dark sanguinary <br>Enigma of this warfare<br>When he had only<br>Claimed his deliverance<br>From his pathos<br>But it was the only<br>Light in this tunnel<br>And this light squirms<br>When I reveal my wounds<br>And he was, after all, <br>A comrade.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And it's only Monday<br>But the maelstrom of silence<br>And the latticing breaches<br>Sends obnoxious thoughts<br>To pace with me<br>In this sedentary road<br>And I shatter<br>Just to tell<br>Or to think of<br>What it is</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is the thing<br>Beneath the graves.<br>It is the thing beneath<br>All of our years<br>But it is<br>Here, <br>Malingering, <br>Crooning<br>In my ears<br>With the sound<br>Of knives lunging<br>In the flesh<br>Past the sternum, <br>Or the tacit gears<br>Of a smoldering whispering<br>To kiss my temples, <br>Or cars crashing<br>Into a body<br>Of lifeless<br>Tragedies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Norman+Santos">Norman Santos</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471136" data-title="Bipolar Monday de Norman Santos" data-description="It's ineptly Monday And I had a swell night Last Saturday That adroitly stretched Till the dawn of Sunday With the jocund boys Of the maladroit taverns Though I've ruined And maimed the effervescence Of the last ticking hours When I left the guff..."></div> </div> </div>

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