DEATH TO THE WEEKEND

08 02 14

I.

The weekend reminds me
of what I've become
A surfer consuming
a rainbow of pills
transfixed on a stained-glass
ceiling surmounting
a limpid horizon
No cherry curls of
flirtatious waves
emit no natural high

II.

Grovelling channeling
Oliver Twist
so hapless and hungry
appealing to kneecaps
of destiny's stone
faced authority
Who needs hunger
when the mind is an air-tight
twirl of sour licorice
in a glutton's abundance?
Grovelling passes the time
and stages a stomaching
of an untrained thespian
unfulfilled

III.

Bless me Lord
with a candy coat
for the Saturday
I'm about to receive
from your bounty of tolerance
I cannot swallow for lack
of a singer's gold throat
On a Sunday morning
some come down
I coddle this fear of
going down in a flamed history
reviled for murdering
Saturday night
undoing the benders
of well-gotten luck
by spiking the drinks
of the scenes so happening
for everyone else

Author's Note

Music: The J. Geils Band

Reviews

[Rita L. Sev]

Weekends are puzzling - everyone expects so much from them, these supposed over-achieving days... - It's Saturday - let's do it all and remember none of it! - Myself, I look forward to Mondays (and September) - when I get to actually do something meaningful. A well-penned glimpse of a kindred spirit here, Steve.

[kublakhan27]

So glad this one spoke to you my friend...as you can probably guess, it came from a deep and decidedly dark place, so I'm glad to hear that someone can relate to it...weekends are a very lonely time for me for a variety of reasons...I think too much on my most complacent days, but Saturday nights just eat on me, again, for a number of reasons...I'm glad that you have something to look forward to, something to be passionate about...thank you Rita :)

[Einstein Noodle]

dark and dismal .. mission accomplished .. whew! weekends for me have not held much meaning as most of my life i worked a good part of them .. and now as a retired gent :) they flow into any other day .. yahooooooooooo!
holidays can also be gloomy .. mother's day if your children have lost their mother .. father's day for the same reason .. Christmas if your all alone .. man! enough sadness to go around isn't there?
E.

[kublakhan27]

You can say that again my friend...everybody has those milestone days through the year which are awful...for whatever reason, I get into all of that stuff on weekends and it drives me nuts...I can always count on the weekend for the wheels in my head to start turning...so glad you enjoyed this one E :)

[Einstein Noodle]

you be well Mr. Kubla ... be very well :)

[Ashira Macy]

I don't think I have ever met anyone who feels quite the same way about weekends as you do my friend. But perhaps this is an acquired philosophy from years of feeling run down by the repeated mundane activities that claim those who feel they must live in the moment night after night, but never really do anything about it. Very well written and though provoking.

[kublakhan27]

As always, you've hit the nail right on the head my friend...weekends and depression do not make comfortable bedfellows, and both come and go in perpetuity...I'd love to go out and enjoy the weekends and just live in the moment, but my moments are not the kind of moments people want to live in, and I can't just shake them off because they're in my head...so many people think you can just turn it on and off like a light switch, but if I could do that, I would have done it long before a poem like this could have been conceived...but I'll spare you of the sob story haha The only thing that's important right now is that you enjoyed the poem and took the time to review it...very few people devote as much time to my writing as you do, and like I said in the other response, that means a lot...thank you :)

[Ashira Macy]

Your writing is amazing to me. It has great depth, more than I can fully comprehend I am sure, but it is always fun to see how deep I can dive before needing to come up and refill the oxygen tank. As long as you keep writing I will keep reading my friend. =D

[DIVYA]

Hi Steve,
The reason why I like this poem so much is again, because you have put in words what I have always felt before. And you have put it so precisely.

"The weekend reminds me
of what I've become
A surfer consuming
a rainbow of pills
transfixed on a stained-glass
ceiling surmounting
a limpid horizon"

Weekends for me used to be long, extended,blank, tedious, spaces when I was much younger. The reason being my unsocial side. (I cannot sit through a do, making small talk, with a silly made-up expression on my face, sizing each other up, smirking inside or literally wanting to kill that idiot) People bond over all this. I can't. I am scornful. (I'm sorry :))

Another gem here is...

"Grovelling passes the time
and stages a stomaching
of an untrained thespian
unfulfilled"

I like the "untrained thespian unfulfilled." A thespian deserves a lot of stimulation which he ins't getting...and giving. That's sad. The Grovelling makes it sadder. But you know what? I wouldn't care! People out there involved in stupid, mindless activities, it's their loss.

"I coddle this fear of
going down in a flamed history
reviled for murdering
Saturday night"

...This murdering I always wanted to do and hell! I grab any and every opportunity to kill. See facebook...to check on the meaning of "Happening" ...you'll know what I am talking about and why I want to break this most important of the 10 commandments. It is so damn irritating. Murder is justified!


But now I have learnt to lie with myself in the lone spaces and I also have my writing. In fact, I enjoy the nothingness.

Thank you thank you Steve for a gem of a piece, once again. I wish I could express better how it rocks.

[kublakhan27]

And I wish I could express the joy that your reviews bring to me my friend...this is just an amazing assessment of my words beyond the notebook and the monitor...I'm really at a loss for words, which is a shame in light of how thoughtfully expansive this review is on every level...if my words move you, I assure you that your reviews are equally moving to me...you just get where I'm coming from, all the time...surely we have grown up in identical contexts and lived through near-identical scenarios...I choose my words carefully here, but I can't help wondering if each others' company would have taken the sting off of those bittersweet Saturdays, even if we just sat and complained together haha No, I don't do small talk either...I find no comfort in idle ramblings over insignificant stuff...if anything, that kind of talk alienates me...I need deep, emotional rapport with some kind of substance...sadly, very few people share that sentiment, which would appear to be another one of those things we had to experience along the way to realize...a lot of times I do enjoy the nothingness, if only for the creativity it seems to breed...I wish I didn't have to be so depressed and bitter to write my most significant stuff, but such is the way of an artist it would seem, and we're both artists without question...I really wish I could say more, but well, you just know anyway, and clearly we require few words beyond our actual poetry to realize how much we have in common...I can't thank you enough for the sympathy and understanding you bring to my writing...thank you Divya, for everything.

[DIVYA]

As artists, we relate to the world on a very detached sort of plane. We may interact normally, but a part of us stands aside as a critical observer, devaluing every spoken word, questioning and depreciating every little gesture, till we scream at the superficiality of it all. You are not alone Steve. This isolation has been felt by countless highly creative, sensitive people, for eons. They would all prefer to dive into their own space and never surface again, but being human and more importantly being artists, we need the resuscitation of appreciation and reinforcement of others of our ilk and so the depression and bitterness. But it is this very depression and bitterness that has given birth to many a masterpiece in the history of man and art.

You are very welcome Steve. Your words are a source of comfort in that I understand there are friends such as you who feel and go through the same issues and fight the same battles every day. My luck I have you to share them!

[kublakhan27]

Everything you say has an air of eloquence to it Divya, like you're capable of speaking in no other tongue save that of poetry...there is little I can add to what you've said here, you've said it all, leaving me to simply nod, close my eyes and smile in the realization that there is someone who occupies the same emotional plane as me, one not as detached as that of the artist in the context of the superficial world...you are an amazing poet and a more amazing person...I am unspeakably happy that we've crossed paths...I cherish your presence and your understanding of my plight more than words can articulate :)

[DIVYA]

(Smiling) I am happy too. Thank you for the words of understanding & appreciation Steve. Your thoughts are much appreciated and reciprocated.

[kublakhan27]

The week is long and full of dragons it seems, but wow, Steve, genius you are, you always even in the worst moments, make the perfect art out of it, so honest, like you said, and told, I've seen you reincarnate a few times on the live-feed, and I had to say, you do it good ^^ You are stronger than you think. it's good to write it out, I always treasure your pieces... you are never alone bro... never.
Now dance the boogie for me ok? ;)

- Elis xo

[kublakhan27]

Haha Thanks so much Eli...the dragons are burning me up it would seem, but yes, I'm getting through...seems like I have to be in turmoil to write well, but that's the predicament of all artists it would seem...hard to know what else to say at this point, except to say that your support means the world, and I'm not much of a dancer, but I'll try ;) Thanks for thinking of me sis :) xo

[Sheila Kline]

We have to take those nightmares, put them into the cauldron of percolating pain, and light the fire to smother the stench that leaps from the walls of pathos........how well we poets seem to understand this. We feel the world, we feel that outside of the world, the layers and layers of emotion that bounces from the pysche like a ping pong ball from Sunday to Saturday, and then it starts all over again! You have described this state in vivid detail and need not feel guilty of wanting it to pass, even if it means that others should understand and perhaps feel it as we do. But you and I know that unless one is a poet, this is not likely to happen as we alone seem to possess the ability to get to the bottom of the matter and turn it upside down and inside out - writing about it often helps, and then it does not. We write on, and on, and on........and that is the solution for some! May you feel peace in your tender soul!!

[kublakhan27]

I'm truly touched by your eloquent review Sheila, I think the review is more poetic than the poem :) It is a journey through the poet's psyche, but also a chronicle of my own...there is much about me that people do not understand...I try to clarify it as much as I can as a poet, but I always find myself in the same old predicaments, and for whatever reason, I am more sensitive than ever on the weekends...this poem got me through this weekend, but I'm already wondering what will get me through the next one...but yes, when the poet becomes the reader of any work, the poem in question inevitably takes on a different hue that is hard to explain, even to a fellow poet...but as you said, there is nothing more for us to do but keep writing...thanks so much my friend, for reading and understanding :)

[Sheila Kline]

Oh, I do understand my friend as I too am lost in the weekend moments......so long, just so, so, so long! How do we make the weekends more bearable? I haven't found the answer either, so I truly can empathize with you!!

[kublakhan27]

I can tell you do my friend, your insights make it clear...hopefully we find that answer someday :)

[Sophy Freebirds]

Aww.. it makes my heart ache for you.. you've vividly painted your desolation on a saturday night.How ypou are tired of not having a break.. how your roof gapes back at you.. how your mind has become so ssour with the aching questions.. the monotony!! Gosh! It kills me.I don't know how you survive it.But ikir try to have some fun and take a breath of fresh air.. to free your mind.. ★ takecare★

~Sophy

[kublakhan27]

Well the good thing is that I felt much better after writing this...the melancholy never really goes away, but I was able to shake off some of the resentment and frustration that is so obvious in this piece...I continue in my quest to find fun wherever I can ;) Thanks so much Sophy :)

[Sophy Freebirds]

De nada :) ★ wishes and luck★

[Sophy Freebirds]

De nada :) ★ wishes and luck★

[Frieda P]

Each stanza gets more vehement, you profess to the world your sins in the last of being envious of everyone else, then there's gluttony in the second stanza which was my favorite. You sure can twist a sour licorice stick to command an audience with your words Benji...why the groveling, unfulfilled, it's part of being a poet it seems....we're only content until we write our next piece of art, history....or post our misery....

I'm not going to say brilliant since that would be redundant, we already know you are Dali.

So you're the one that murdered Saturday night, I had my suspicions. ;) xo

[kublakhan27]

Yes, there is a lot of sinning in this one Mrs.R, but it's all in the mind...dark fantasies that are really just metaphors at the end of the day...well maybe not the unfulfilled part...three reivews since last night compared to ten for yours this morning...well I'll keep my mouth shut...I'm extremely lucky for having a friend as loyal as you...I've lost a lot of potential friends with the relentless demands I put on them, but you're still here, and I think you're desensitized to it now, which is a good thing ;) I should go back to the history books for more ideas...I've been spending too much time on confessional stuff lately, and I don't think it's been as therapeutic as it should be haha Thanks so much Mrs.R, I don't consider this or my last three poems to be brilliant, but hearing it come from you always brings my confidence back to life...so glad you enjoyed it :) xo

[Frieda P]

I'm not going to repeat what I already shared with you in private, it'll piss a lot of people off. ;) You know how I feel about you and your poetry, those who don't read you, are the losers!

[kublakhan27]

Haha It's okay Mrs.R, you know me now, and you know what really matters to me...everything else is just verbal vomit, and I have this nasty habit of getting sick a lot haha ;) xo

[Frieda P]

Thanks hon, I was just going to have a bite to eat.......

[AprilRN1210]

This one makes me want to bring the party to you!!!... the imagery in this is so profound and real.. it is vivid and intense with overwhelming emotion, despair, sadness, loneliness, wanting to fit in, but knowing the flaws, the shortcomings, and realizing the current state of affairs.. you feel the turn to something more evil with wanting to finally ruin the good time for everyone else... oh my goodness.. this is pretty raw, real, and powerful.... you blow me away with your writing.. honestly... I FEEL so much with this one and it hurts... amazing write...

[kublakhan27]

Haha I guess my current state-of-mind has been on display pretty prominently in my recent works April...as confessional of much my writing is, there is much that people don't know, and I'm not sure they'd understand if they did...I think a piece like this demonstrates it...still, I'm not always like this...I have my positive moments, but it's not my natural state-of-mind...hopefully I've gotten all this stuff out of my system and can write something a little more upbeat...I say that a lot and it never happens but I'll keep trying haha So glad you enjoyed it April, thank you :)

[AprilRN1210]

you're welcome my friend..

[Kenneth The Poet]

Brilliant work. The start of the third stanza reminds me of a church prayer, a Catholic one at that. They are the best at guilt trips so far as experience has shown me.

[kublakhan27]

So glad you enjoyed it Kenneth...trust is, I am a somewhat spiritual person but I keep my mouth shut cuz people tend to give me a hard time about it if they do find out, and that's why it doesn't show up in my writing, but I really needed to get the desperation across in this one, and that felt like the best way to do it...thanks as always for reading and reviewing.