Surcease

Friday, you are a welcome sight
That full moon wreaked havoc on me this week
priority, deadline --crises,
snarled and snapped at my feet,

over and over, with all my might,
pushing a boulder up a hill,

when I reach the end --my night--
will anything matter still?

Friday, it's your other side
I am yearning for:
a known face, allied
Behind a familiar door,
a smile, a touch,
a bit of amber in my glass,
supper, love,
leaves of grass.

-G. Lally.

'Musings of a FB ‘Heavy User’

I had two hundred three of FBF’s
But now just two o two are left,

annoyed or bored, some buddy slipped away,
quietly, sometime yesterday,

I miss him (her?), but I'm not bereft,
perhaps he simply needed rest,

I know, I know!
I learned this thing before:

‘parsimony’,

it means that sometimes
less is more.

-jorge999