Weekends are my weakness,
my achilles, alcohol.
What to them seems problematic,
is my vitality.
Pirouetting on this threshold.
My catechism:
arabesque into infinity,
or perpetually perch on the parapet?
Heart screaming for release,
I survey my dilemma
Dive into darkness, disengage, or
Trudge on taciturn, prosaic and alone.
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