Tetris blocks of flashbacks
jitter down to a hangover’s pillow,
clunking smiles and cringes
onto a weekend of some recovery
and more refreshing body damage.
Dashes of Monday’s margins
splash louder towards last orders
but the pages are kept unironed
for as long as we can scrunch.
Snippets of communal memories
trickle, bounce and settle.
The fuels of new plans are gulped.