Going Ape

On Monday
I acted like an ape —
frenetic, colloquially
“bananas” I guess,
though that’s too
pun-stark obvious;
Tuesday was sick sorrow
that bled into Wednesday’s anxious,
death-certain march into
Thursday’s despair
that became Friday’s joy
at the approach of safe Saturday,
and while the coming Monday
holds its own fears
it’s still Friday
so I’m going to dance
to something loud
and hellacious
from now until Sunday
when I’ll likely fall down
with my frozen head
stuck on Monday
and start the whole
ape cycle again
with the same flaming arms
and the same stuporous sense
that every week will be
forever the same.