The weekend tends to be something that most people enjoy,
some for rest and relaxation and some for fun and for others it’s a chance to
be with the people we love.
Let
me show you
The weekend lights upon us out
of the dark like a burning
bush,
striking a pin into the soft
flesh
of factory worker and office
worker
alike, and me.
Can you see us running for
overcrowded
buses like lemmings flinging
our small
bodies over the lip of a cliff?
Somehow this weekend will find
me
waiting for you, flowers in
hand watching
the cold night creeping in and
the old lady
who often watches from the
window above
draws her shawl tight around
her neck.
There is a new groove playing
from
a nearby jukebox and tonight I
know
you’ll want to dance, forget
your troubles,
forget Mathematics and Science,
toss
those books in a corner, take
my hand,
babe I’m asking you please,
take my
hand and let me show you the
night.
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