life doesn’t know
it is saturday
because saturday
is an invention
of the human mind
there is no saturday
there is only day
and love, heart ache
pain, sorrow and joy
do not care
what day it is
for they transcend time
sometimes, at odd moments
of freedom
i don’t care about anything at all
and the feeling, causeless and nameless
makes me weep
i don’t care what day it is
it is of superficial concern
to the broken open.
