Wednesday, June 11, 2014

Weekend Solo by Jasen Sousa

Weekend Solo


My friends call me 
all week.

“There’s no one else around, just let me borrow a few bucks please, I promise.  I’ll pay you back.”
“Hey, I’m in a real bad spot now.  I feel like using, I know it’s late, but if you want to hang out and talk for a few I’d really appreciate it.”
“Hey asshole!  I’ve been trying to get in touch with you the last few days.  I got bad news.  Call me back when you get this.  Asshole!”
“You got any furniture moves coming up?  Last one we did together was some good dough.  Remember that granite kitchen table?  That was nuts.  Hit me back.”
“I have to take care of some stuff.  I’m wondering if you can just watch Eva for a few hours?  Please.  I would really appreciate it.  You’re the only one I trust.”
“You know Jacob’s father just got out of rehab and he thinks we’re going to get back           together?  I kind of told him I would if he got clean, but I didn’t really think he would!  Don’t know what to do?”
“You know Crissy?  The girl that was staying with me?  I went out for a few hours, just to pay some bills so they wouldn’t turn off the electricity and when I came home my TV was gone!  She sold it for a quick fix.  Do you believe that?”

Once Friday appears,
they disappear
into thick air


and I am alone

the same way they were
during the week while I worked
and they roamed.

It’s Friday 
and I too am looking
for something to do.

I make a few calls  
to see if anyone wants
to hang out, no one 

picks up.

There’re busy now
putting in work,
looking for their next fix.

I wonder how many times
people have looked at my name 
and number on their phones while they shot 
what they bought, 
what they will never own
into their systems.

Pick up, pick up,

listen.




First Published
in
Somewhere Lost

Copyright © 2011 by Jasen Sousa

Copyright © All Rights Reserved by J-Rock Publishing

Library of Congress
Cataloging in Publication Data
ISBN  978-0-9714926-7-7

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