TFE's Monday Challenge: Two Birds with One Stone

Well, hello all. Back for a brief spell and look, it's Monday night! How could I not?


Five

After a still Sunday of fine forgetting
Monday worries lurch at me;
my body desponding around the house
as my mind fractures about again
to schedule children, work, washing and dog
into the perpetual motion of weekday
and boy, do I think I’ve got it tough.
Tuesday night news and life dissolves;
the house frays around me
and I float, touching nothing
for I have lost my body somewhere
and cannot bring it back.
Helpless, all I can do
in this place of edge and surface
that will not meet me
is pray.
Wednesday, I have watched the dawn
and the songs arrive on loop
jangling away inside my head.
Most make things worse.
But rolling Billy Ocean I grab
as a sonic anchor, the simple words
simply repeated to a simple tune
are simply there

and the tough get going.
It may be a crap song,
the film a Saturday five o’clock-er,
but last Sunday I had four fine brothers
and I have four brothers yet.