tedium, weekend hangover and malaise bookmark monday.
monday: (noun) the fly in the ointment, the obstacle as the key struggles to find a groove in the lock to open up a new beginning to the week; seconds, minutes and hours chug along like tendrils of bloated smoke sputtering from the carburettor, threatening to overwhelm with boredom ad nauseam.
i count time, cups of watery ersatz caffeine while the gentle, rhythmic throb of a headache kneads the cranium.
the photocopier spits out printed sheets; disembodied voices, phlegmy coughs and the occasional sneeze perforate the consciousness, fingers caressing the erogenous buttons of keyboards futilely as screens register non-productivity in bold capital letters summarise the gentle humming of an office in motion on a morose monday.
the minutiae of monday moods is captured in physiognomies that ache and hang heavy with helplessness, voices that sputter rather than spill, and movements that are akin to dragging along corroded chains and balls.
monday has to be written off, interred as an early victim of the week. it has to.
may tuesday throw us a respite.
first written circa Jul 09
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