and wednesday im sure was all green
but not just any old hue
more a sort of luminous grassy emerald
but subdued
then thursdays a budgie
a big green and yellow one
with no perch or cage
but standing upright in time and space
a dreadful sentinel
the last test before fridays giant ice cream cone
it had no taste or smell
but stood alone at an appealing angle
like an advertisement
disappointing when it turns out to be plastic
one of the things you see on the top of the ice cream vans
but then i should have known
from the size and the light reflected from its surface
it even had a mould line running round it
and saturday
a grey school sock
against a charcoal background
nothing special
when every minute of every day
is new and wonderful
then sunday green
like wednesday
but maybe a deeper more austere
permanent sort of green
green with substance
as opposed to wednesdays two dimensional
twentieth century green
all surface
sunday was pure representational green
but representing what
not fear
nothing dreadful
but something awesome
immovable
intractable
authority
and at the end of it all i could say with conviction
what a week that was
and sit down comfortable relaxed
with the gray brown fish fillet
things which came out of the carpet sweeper
and inchwormed their way across the floor
and wonder if ever i would see
the elusive deer with huge antlers
which i think lived behind or around
the terracotta ventilation block on our outside wall
where the sticky putty which stuck to my face was
i think anne had something to do with that
anne who taught me to say fuck
and david who gave me a bowl of milk
with a single star floating in it
and taught me not to question but just accept