four thirty two morning notes

27.2.14

        The cat-the-late wakenerr. She was hungry, the clock was silent again. It was so late, clothing was applied in a daze, cat was fed. All before wakening, really.

Really disordered

Really late.

The leather shop in the street all brightly lit.
lit all night with Elly Dee lamps.
Bright.
The bakers boys  delivering,
using trucks and ramps and trollies
Heinz, Mueller and Mareis.

No good morning lady
The fast small girl with the big white hat slunk past slinkily.
The man who greets, untalking, being talked into the ground by an incessantly voluble and earnestly gesticulating young woman with blond hair.
He appeared tired.
Bus.
The long haired smoker, outside the square says good morning.
Butterbrazen and Coffee, yormagirl overfriendly.
Better than unfriendly.

nonverse converse.
Today is rough.
Tomorrow last day at work for a whole week.