Impatient Monday

Again arrives impatient

Monday it's like a circle

arc involves an angular hectare.

The author's brain have been

upon period of weights,

they are like heavy witch-hunt.

Migraine is dropped anchor

on the brain, it seems initially

dull. I'm staying the pain

less than or words no longer spread

wild in the world.

All the words I have already used

all the chords, their rhymes

you seem to dance.

Now I'm almost mute,

early in the morning someone got lost

obsessed with me to write a poem

it out to the world.

To wind is a part of my power to municipalities

November waiting for the incoming snow.

Here, in the midst of the darkness

I see the waking dream.