they say it is well to maintain a planner

 

on this week's blasphemy 

i cannot un-fear death

it is too deeply ingrained in me

on today's existential dread

this meaningless treachery

today's menu, yesterday's ramen 

tomorrow's sermon for better servants 

i lay on the highway behind the pews

on tonight's agenda

a slight delay

coffee spilled on my laptop,

the start of my sombre decay