Speaking Softly: A Saturday Rhythm

A time to chill and relax - a poem about the weekends.

A calm, embracing sentence,
A breather and a break.
Never seeking vengeance.
Nothing seems at stake. 

A ride for the convenience.
A gamer for the plan.
Not a hairy grievance -
A woman or a man. 

Richie might seem flirtin’.
Josh might strengthen needs.
Jane will say it’s certain. 
Now I know who bleeds. 

Under these conditions,
Wise guys often can
Interrupt our kitchens,
And circumcise the man. 

Poised, we might speak clearly,
Make a vocal sound.
Energized most dearly,
Why we hang around.

For a mammoth journey,
Make that cured attempt;
Jazzed like some attorney,
Searching, no contempt...