C

 

[C]

 

Saturday night’s fever party had soul

Sunday’s mind redefined flower power

Monday went to water, glassfuls an hour

Tuesday’s torso was shake, rattle and roll

 

I took the test, the rat was negative

my eardrums The Future Sound of London

I lived on toast, reading gone sheer humdrum

trams are covid-on-wheels, it’s suggestive

 

Wednesday’s landscapes survived on panadol

Thursday’s dreams were Hieronymus Bosch

Friday’s rat was another universe

with T for Test yes and yes C, Control

Saturday’s words will be golly and gosh

Sunday isolation, like life in reverse.