Weekday Faces

Thu, 10/03/2013 - 17:09 -- jc21

(Sung) Don’t go chasin waterfalls/ please stick to the rivers and the lakes that you used to/ I know that you’re gonna have it your way or nothin at all/ But I think you’re movin too fast

 

Just another one of those days

We rise shakily on our forgiving feet

Procure cereal bowls for our magic bean juice

Because a dinky little coffee cup

Simply does not contain enough

 

Work. Volunteer. School.

Hustle. Party. Chill.

Sleep when the sun wakes up.

Oh yeah,

And BREATHE

 

Our veins have replaced blood with caffeine

And we’re always hyped up and hyphy

I dunno how we do it.

 

Work. Volunteer. School.

Hustle. Party. Chill.

 

Runnin on exhaust fumes

But runnin full speed ahead,

Exhausted.

 

But who stays in on a Friday night?

Even after five 14 hour days in a row

 

So we rage on and leave our weekday faces

In a jar by the door

'Cause who are they for?

All the lonely people.

 

Our booze starts leakin' into the week nights

Just to take the edge off

And the week’s end is so far away

 

The caffeine has lost some of its magic

So you substitute caffeine for cocaine

 

Work. Volunteer. School.

Hustle. Party. Chill.

 

Sleep when the sun wakes up.

 

The cocaine has lost some of its magic

So you vivance and self-perscribe

Legal amphetamines

Just to stay ahead of the game

Oh yeah,

And BREATHE

 

You were an archaeology student

Workin at a sub shop in Watsonville

Payin the bills, handlin school,

Runnin on exhaust fumes

 

With self-prescription you were extra smitten

Cus these dinky little coffee cups

Never really did contain enough

 

My blood is still 1/2  caffeine

And your blood was vivance, ritalin, cocaine,

And whatever else you hid from me

 

All hopped up late one night

Jealous of the sleeping sun

You undertook much needed studying

For your archaeology exam

 

In the morning

Your body found

Like a ruin beneath heaps of notes

Their hieroglyphics far more cryptic

Than your cause of death

 

I hear of your passing

An hour before my final

And in denial, bitterly despairing

I slurp coffee from cereal bowl

Trying to stay in control and live through you

 

I put on my weekday face

On the weakest of my days

And face the loneliness

That forebodes me

 

You lay still

And the sleeping sun taunts me

In insomnia with your face

Our friends quit hard drugs

I slowed my coffee binge

 

(Sung) "I know that you’re gonna have it your way or nothin at all/ But I think you’re movin' too fast"

Comments

jc21

Hey ClairedyCat,

I appreciate your feedback. Ah yes, that's what I was going for ! The repeition is employed to show how cyclical this type of existence is and how his life was. Thank you for reading. I am a spoken word poet primarily and have a recorded version of this if you'd like to hear it. I changed the title to Weekday Faces (:        https://soundcloud.com/jack_illin/weekday-faces

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