Nine Ways to Sunday!

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Nine Ways to Sunday!

Like a martini, its rim crusted with salt,
music and broken laughter drifting in a fevered discotheque,
dancing just to shake a demon loose,
pining to unearth fate’s mystery.

Like wolfing down a whole pizza pie,
doubling on a double sundae,
midnight movies slipping into coffee cups,
a stew of tangled hungers and quiet disarray.

Like conversing with canvas against the hush of a blank page,
books slipping like water through fingers,
hiding behind a kaleidoscope of hum,
pockets weighted with only dimes and dust.

Like hunting for someone to draw the sting away,
whispered confessions curling over cigarette butts,
one-night stands—afterthoughts at dawn,
a night when every distraction refuses to play.

Like driving through winding lanes to stay inane,
running from a blemished heartscape yet unwilling to stray,
coming home to the bare, pulseless end of a day,
one of those days that bends nine ways to Sunday.

Like a storm swirling in a shallow bowl,
waiting on the curb for it to roll,
meeting the mirror of your own eyes—
a silence you cannot outpace.

@Rashi M