I abhor Saturday nights

I fear the future,

May be "the next day".

I despise the way these wires crochet whenever I'm at loose ends.

Diluted hours of stagnation pulls me down,

Vivid spectral memories vibrate at the back of my mind.

May be I'm better off a workaholic, may be I'm not.

I fear the idleness and loneliness thrown by Sundays.

I abhor Saturday nights

I fear remembering you "the next day".