satter day

up at night
read on the machine
examine results of obscure camera.
See what has happened to plane.
back to bed at five.

Sun and son wake at seven,
Sunny day,
Peaceful day, day of walk.
not work.

The streets outside are waking

overtimekill today.

cat and  clocks no idea today is a freeday, a bridge Friday between thursday holiday and saturday not working day.
Off and feed, both silent at five.
Sleep.
Son of to school.
No holiday.
no overtime.

Yesterday was a holiday, ascension.
It rained more or less hard all day.
Today is a working day.
The sun is out.

The house is silent .

faddertag

beepoff.
no normal day.
holiday.
catpet.
shutup.

two hours on
make coffee
talk to son.
Tinny tusselnd
Madness.
cannot leave so easily

Bright cloud and warm

Drink that coffee,
no tatty coffee cups here.
yet.

3.45 mn

28.5.2014

to bed too early, awoke early, cat gets attention. get up at five, take pill, use bathroom, feed cat again. Leave the house,light rain, overcast.

No memory, not even ever so short-time, of the street. Past the building site with a full dumpster of used shop decoration material.

The electrical timetable at the bus stop shows that the bus will be here in seven minutes. Good morning lady arrives too, wish her good morning. The smoker passes she is wrapped up in a winter jacket, & smoking from under her hoodie.

wishing the bus driver a pleasant day, crossing de deserted space before the station as the lights go on automatically because of the encroaching darkness based on the positively progressing occlusion of the sun by the thickening cloud cover. Hold the door for those following and enter the station. The yorma woman is short, snappy,efficient. The coffee is the name as ever, but not nearly as nice. The three are there, at their bistro type table. The men with the slicked back black hair, the one with the short sparse white hair and the woman with the evenly, auspiciously, brown hair. Ah tatting as much over the same general subject as every day.

The buttery bakery produkt, type twisted crispy bagel with salt is consumed, as this is being written.

At six, out the door, see the Rosenheim train is in,. and go down the stairs, under the platform, up the stairs to platform mid number five.

        The train rolls in at high speed, and stops much further down the platform then is usual. There is panic among the commuters, they are running down the platform chasing this train. Perhaps they are frightened of not being able to claim their usual seats. Pushing and shoving too to  board that which is waiting for them anyway.

There are plenty of seats free today, so what.

Maesbury has fewer boarders than usual. It must be the onset of tomorrows bank holiday.

The train rolls through a sodden green and brown landscape under a uniform grey sky. It is absolutely on time, and has a humourless, dour, almost unfriendly ticket collector.

Approaching F inning people get up, well in advance. The lid of the waste bin squeaks like the door to a dungeon.

As the first announcement comes, more people get up, ready to go.

The final announcement comes..

        'get out right hand side"

2.45.mn

        27.5.2014

        Mobile telephone starts to ring or, to make noises at four three thirty use in the morning. The battery is low, it wants charging.

        The cat is there at once, wanting food and petting, head scratch, backrub. Nor cat food today, just that dry stuff.

        Oh well.

        Lie down.

        No hurry.

        Five an alarm.

        Ok.

        Dress up and set the cloche-White trousers today, Wait for the martins bells.

        The clock's pendulum starts to wobble. No knowing why it does that.

        Fixit.

        Martin ding dong.

        The street is bare but for the containers for waste paper. Today is blue bin day.

        - Sixteen pigeons picking eatables from the cracks in the cobbles. Construction works, huge scaffolding in the street.

        good morning at the basntop..

        The man with the hair and the slow man from the pub. Both talking and smoking at the yellow square. Outside the smokers square. Both friendly today. Yormas! What joy, Anastasia's smiles are back. So pleasant. Coffee and- and buttered brazen.

        The girl grabs her handbag chair, as every day. 'The stool for the handbag.. So that she does not need to put it on the floor. The tables are too small and too tall for the handbag. So it gets a stool. Long black hair, talking, as always to the older man and woman who have their place there, day and night

Train time six. The first hour awake is over.

The stoops on the steps to the platform are too high. Cause knee-pains for older men.

The daily truggle to be first on the train.

Wait. Finish coffee. Last on board, stay cool, discard the empty paper cup using the metal waste basket.

Find a seat.

Realise it is opposite that black haired chatterbox with a monotone voice, loudly proclaiming his wisdom to the woman sitting opposite.

Find another seat.

Mossburg past,
Freising.

1.45 mn

26.5.2014

Sound asleep, sound of beep.

cat at bed, cat pet.

get up.

clothes on, early to bed last night.

Tired.

In front at the station

a smoker in the square

Black trousers, white shirt, sandals and socks.

Snow White hair.

Beige jacket type blouson,  Dee Dee A R. No rebellious hairy smoker today.

Coffee at yorma's.

coffee filled.

coffee put away by team leader.

Has a now-dead fly in it.

rough start for the day, for the week, for the fly.

get new coffee.

Stamp card full. Keep it for next time.

On reaching the platform train pulls up.

Door opens, people out..

Get on.

The Gundclhofen church is beautifully illuminated today-

By the now well-risen sun. 

votingday

maybe the flu's oxetin
sleep steady and long
no destroyed night.
Cats needs, headscratch and purr
sunday clearday light from sky
sunny, sound of bells and mortobikes
German men midlifing on harleys

sonny at his computer again.
mine crafty sohn.


stop this and make coffee

satmorn

realize cat howl 

cat pat purr.

six am light bright

catch up with the world news.

talk to son

homework done

five past seven make coffee.

5.44.m.n.

light grey light from window pouring over Hypnos termination leaving him to fade into the sound of a dismal howlcat in the hallway.
feedit fideliat.
fedit.
tablet.

freshsocks and cleanpants.

findshoes.

walk down the street slowly.
greyer haze than yesterday turning blue.
a' sure boys, lets sing to the foggy blue.

Gutenmorgen at the Bushaltestelle.
Twenty pigeons and some ducks.
there is nothing like a good duck.
chirbbird lively.
AnastasioYorma changes fifty.
Kind.
Forgotten pen.

write from memory.
Train daze
Because of the good weather
Because it is Friday.
everyone seems goodhumoured.
like a holiday.
In the bus a woman steps on the writers foot.
He retracts it.
She says thankyou.
why?

4.44.mn

22.5.2014

cat howl, jump on bed. Ten to five, the cat is on summer time now. paton head, cat waits.

Alarm, feed cat, bathroom, shower..

        Wobbly today, forget the tablet, break in routine. The day is warm already, it will get warmer.

        The streets are deserted, the delivery tracks are later than they usually are. 'A crow under the arcades loudly dismembers a packet of potato crisps that it has found. It is really noisy in the silence this morning. It stops rustling to look, head on one side, and then continues to rustle in search of potato crisps, or peanuts, or whatever else is in the bag.

The bag is of a red and silver shiny material..

Solitary bird at the bus stop. Some monotonous cry, like a squeak on a slowly rotating machine. good morning lady wears trousers today.

A flight of geese passes overhead as the bus arrives.

The man with the hair, friendly today, outside the smokers square.

        Do not step into yellow boxes painted on the pavement. Danger of- what?.

        Team Leiiter serving today. She is fast, small, neat, efficient, does her job nicely..

        Train is full of sleeper passengers, smelling of sleep. The sunny weather has possibly let many stay up late, tired now.

        Tinny is quieter today, a hissy little jet on the head's right side. gas jet, not an aircraft. Train passes "Moodrwg", rolls tardily through the landscapes ground fog, clinging to the fields, with trees and hedges showing out of it. A quiet, peaceful, albeit smelly carriage. The sky is hazy ,the air is hazy, the sky blends from blue at the zenith to a muggy grey at the horizon. The yellow sunlight is filtered by this, all the white farmhouses are briight yellow where the sun hits them, and light blue in the shade.

We have the first announcement for Firing, no Freising.

And the second.

To leave on the right hand side of the carriage, when facing in the direction-of the trains motion,

ow stik in fart rishtung rechts

listen to the ridiculous announcements in Freimg 

Officious German and halting englih.

3.44.mn

21.5.2014

        could not find the clockswitch  off

        heard the cat sealed out in the hall,

        found the clock, switched it off-

Awakening misery. bathroom rituals, why bother?

No cat food, pet the animal, seems happy.

Shuts up.

        No great functions today, go to work anyhow.

The day is beautiful, dear, the church spire glowing in the orange tight at the now-risen run.

        Yellow bags, plastic waste. Packaging, yoghurt to expanded foam. Tuesday every two weeks. No, Wednesday. Yesterday was the day of the remaining rubbish, or, Restmüll, as they officially name it here. The bakery vans are all unloading. Every day, truckloads of frozen rolls, pretzels, loaves of bread, cakes, Danishes, Amercans,. you name it they move it, all frozen ready to be freshened in the hot air ovens.

        Pigeons today, 'in their hundreds. All picking edibles from the cracks in the cobblestones, and cooing at each other. Bus stop, guter morgen. A large crow loads on the sign, shaking it.

        Commences cawing.

        The bus, the driver, gets his money, gives his ticket. Good morning to the pony-tailed smoker, that rebellious old man.

        The train is none minutes late, yormas is lacking

in lustre, people discussing the unpunctuality of trains movements.

Admire and wonder at the precision of the some womens mornings cosmetics, wonder as to whether their is any remote connection to war paint. Care, precision, and practice, produce an image of the wearers desires for all the world to see.

        Over the steamy landscapes the condensation trails of aircraft cross the sky, from way point to way point, past the Munich airport, built on a bog.

Moos Burg is long behind now, nearly five minutes;

the recorded message speaks of Freis ivy. Says that the passengers are to leave on the tight hard ride relative to the motion of the train..

        Done, downstairs,. upstairs.

        The streets are not empty here, and no- one watches.

The train is full of eyes looking elsewhere. Contact is to be avoided.

The thought of an empty street observing its passers by is lovely and picturesque, the daily truth is that full streets ignore you.

The only ones idling are the pigeons, the. beggars and the buskers. They want the accrued crumbs that you drop for their livelihood. In the morning, the swallow- like falcons around Saint Martins church spire seem to be sleeping. They go about their business in the evening, feeding off your crumbs,

Indirectly.

They eat other birds, those crumb fattened pigeons. 

This train is now approaching Neufahon. At this station it will be fused, or coupled, to the train from the airport, patiently wating for the act of joiring, protracted and slow..

Trains are heavy things, and fast impact does damage. 

2.44.mn

20.05.2014

Cat noise.Scan the dark with the hand. Scratch the cats head, it seems to like that. Black cat purrs in the dark. All is well, the light from the window is greyish blue, reflecting from the pre dawn clear sky. Wait for the sound of the clock, time for teeth shower, tooralov looralau. New shoes today. Cat food, cat fed, cat happy.

        Wait five minutes, take the tablet, wait.

        The street is dry, the air is clear, Every brick in t'e church is visible. They could be counted, easily, from a distance. Who would want to do that.?

'There are delivery trucks in the maintreet, delivering bakery items, stocking the clothing shops. There are no general shops in the street anymore, there is no way that you would get a tin of beans anywhere. If you wanted that.

The solitary bird is at the bus-stop, whistling its monotonous song. A beep every half second. Not interesting, that is why the germans will say 'Spatzenhirn!' to a simpleton.

'The good morning lady wishes her good mornings, an the bus driver takes his money. - Building workers at the station, in short trousers and big boots. The day will be hot today.

        'Yana' Cafe, is strressfelt,. The super Leiter running around, Anastasia is unfriendly, they have work to do. It- is tuesday after all.

        Kneesore at the steps, on the steps. Ageing pains, not crippling, just uncomfortable.

Such is life.

From the train the flatlands are covered with  low fog, all the plants and trees are the deepest possible green after all that ruinous rain.

Homburg. Not Homburg. Moosburg! idiot optical character recognition software

1.44.mn

Animated,

Barely,brickheadedly blindly bumbling,
Cap clothes coffee
Disaster day
Evil.
Forget shaving,
Go.



A-G
use the car today, return the trailer, back to rental.

recovery day

lifting pianos aids sleep
upright piano in first floor,
from ground floor.
Slept well
Sunday six
grey day
don't care
cat quiet



buzzing tinny gone for a moment
back again in ten minutes.
like an old acquaintance no one wished to see.
weeds will always grow better than the cultivated.

the vertabral padding prolaps pains no more.
today.
good.
walk upright like the piano stands

Saturday, pianoday

fiveam silence.
Muggy Weathers,
dripping from the heavens.
Dark.
back to sleep-
Seven.
Coffee
trailer collection day.
son up
wife up
Piano collection.


Ebay discovery.



collect it today.

5.43.m.n

16.5.2014

In the night, look at the television, look at the computer, search. If sleep hides, do not search. Do otherwise.

Sleep.

Cat, alarm, and the two birds outside start imitating the sounds. Beep tweet Beep tweet. Alarm off.

Tweet Tweet.

No twitter.mg. Feed the cat..

When dressed and washed go down the stairs. Look out to the yard, the cat in its tray watching the birds. Greedy little animal shitting.

Fun for all.

At the corner of the street near- collision with a two stroke scooter driven by a young female driver. Only the heavily made up eyes are visible behind a black, glistening, full face helmet. NearSlam!  A short swerve, and she is away in a blue cloud smelling of two-stroke oil.

Noisy.

The lady there with all her cases. It is Friday, she is off into the weekend after work. The regular with the hood with the ears from the winter passes on her way into town. Not that she is wearing her hood today, the weather is good. Her once-black hair is over her shoulders, half way down her back, bleached.

Long.

Blond.

Bus, station, no man smoking.

Cafe has a new girl, slow. Time will wake her faster. She calls for help, there are suddenly more people. Super, and Anastasia come out of the kitchen.

As every day now, the small diesel train from Rosenheim arrives spot on time, disgorges its passengers. The Train rolls in, step in, sit down.

Friday, the last day in a week of nausea and headaches, joint pains. Tinnitus sivgittus. Auricular hallucinations.  Initagep aridness? Is it age! or illness? who nous.

Ask the doctor, he will find something.

Probably a disease of the mind.

Psychology.

As if that were not so bad, to be forgotten, here, have some pills, don't know how they work, might do you good,,

sollte Der Leser, die Leserin, das Lesertum a Depressive Note decouvrieren, height bin I alt. miad. Writing dialects, dialect un?

Neologism is the science of novelty, or just

a mis-spelt word. 

4.43 m.n.

155.2014

four forty eight,

pat the cat

Console the disconsolate

at five-alarm off. Light on.

Shave and dress

Smell of chlorine in the bathroom.

Dead bacteria everywhere.

leave the coat, day is to be warm

small bird sings loudly at the bus.:

Wait, the good morning lady, as always.

Only two people here today.

Overcast but dry, this day.

The station, a regular place with all its regular people, going to work, buying tickets, drinking beverages, many not really awake and some sleeping as they stand. Aggressive people push to board the train, better seats. wider drivel, what have you, just be the first for the

rate of being the first. Grins mutated to a baring of teeth, eyes narrowly focused in a predatory glare. An effusively friendly Train attendant checks the tickets, wishing everybody such a friendly and good' day. "Most just stare. and groan, in a monotone. Marburg, the carriage  is invaded a crowd of laughing chatterboxes, topped of by what must be a  woman's heels beating off the plastic coating of the hollow flooring in the carriage. Load heels on an otherwise shy women.. How much time does the morning cultivation of appearance take? an hour. Twenty minutes? Out at five means up at four, to try to look good at six

        The eternal cocoon that is the train, polly put the kittle on. An old nursery rhyme,repeated the sound of the starting train. It has lost the staccato "To tuck the mat, to touch the wet" of the trains resting in childhood memories.

        The always cheerful mosaic maker was not at the station today, She is called Ina, an unusual name in Gemany.

Arrival in Freising, the days routine draining the time away, an 'imposition an personal freedom, a requirement for survival. The Es-bhan waiting, bankers clothes hustling with workers overalls,.

The joining of the Freising train with the Neufahm Airport train in Neufahm always takes time, excites comment. The slow approach of the coupling train to the passively waiting train. The jerks , movements small, almost furtive, the pauses, and then the steady slow, relentless-in-character, push, to final contact and joining. The tension is relieved, the doors open, and the fervently waiting passengers may proceed, impatient and  happy to enter the broken day... 

3.43.m.n

the cat, the clock, and the internal porcine dog, all in germany in a bed in LA ndshut.
the toothbrush the shoes the search for the trousers.
tinny tuss head like a brick.
one and a half litres of bavarian tea last night ne`r did well.
Pen missing, no fresh blog today.
No live blog, no pen.
Memory.
Bus driver with radio singing a song of female inflammability.
Never seen the like.
Train, no blog.
head so bad, forget coffee.
Girl delivers it anyway.
No Smiles Anastasia.
today.

NSA

2.43.m.n

13.5.2014

the light in the window, shining in faintly shows the time piece, the first sight of this wakening day. The small light on, the tablet, for the sake of order.

Just a regular grey day. The perverts scruffy grey beige trench coat, save drenching a bit. A Barberry would be better, but that is a big brand. Expensive. The cat- needs feeding, is fed. Simple needs can be served with straight forward solutions.

A careful check shows that there are no waste bins in the street at all, despite its being Tuesday. So much for that.

The huge backside of Martin's church at the end of the street, a view daily pictured by tourists.

As always now, the first spokn words are "futon Morgan". to a woman who nods and says the mowgen. She is a a stranger. First words, no more. The bus <= leaves and arrives, the short journey is unconscious.The hairy smoker is at his place, friendly today, his ponytail is everyday grey. Coffee-and a greasy bite to eat. The girl in the kitchen. So neat and tidy. Unsmiling. The days ciruit runs, there is a change in the weather, it will be brighter tomorrow, brighter wtilt the rummer wanes to the Autumn, the Winter, and back to the spring .To forget the past is to rob the future of any value that it may have: The past will only charge in the mind, the future can deliver the unexpected, that which the past can explain, illustrate, inform, and provide the true structures to be dealt with.

The present is a fleeting instant, a jagged, ever- rising peak. It is the instant of now, its amplitude is determined by what went before and that which will follow.

sitting in a train with a yellow sign in light emitting diodes on the bulkhead ahead. The writing says 06:27 München Hbf. Blueseats, the cloth with black squares on it. 

1.43.m.n.

12.5.2014

Memories of awakening in the night, the cat with its needs

for attention. Two in the morning, the single electric tone at five, beeping.

Inbetween, sleeping.

Out final cat feed at twenty six past, catch bus, ray good morning. The coffee girl is slower today, her super Team Lie tier jumps i n in and gets that battered Bavarian bread construction.

Anastasia looks out with a worride look from the kitchen, where have her smiles gone. Maybe she has innate problems. Such a shame..Sic transit gloria.  Bio transit. The leader finishes tying her apron strings with a neat bow, and two long tresses hanging down to where her knees must be. German perfection..

Mosaic maker. Unusually wide awake.

The small diesel train from Rosenheim disgorges its passengers on platform one. The overcast sky has changed to a clear light blue with the mornings cloud cover on the horizon receeding into the sunrise.

        On the way to Maesbury the green fields are illuminated with the yellow tight of the just-risen sun.

Sonn anaufgang on the tmowtag

Deutsche Bahn announcements.

silent, closedeyed passengers

Binding sunlight from Landshut

Moosbwrg, past the steaming chemical factory.

The Baywa grain elevator casting blue shadows to contrast with the yellow light from the direct sun.

The stop graces the train with a large crowd of office people, eying the writer askance.

        Was tut Der den da,
Schreiben of papier

slow awakener as seen by the cat

cat at four
pet feline head
the cat purrs
listen to revelers
Night noises
sleep on
cat at seven
persistent
get up
feeed .
fill coffee maker
son hello
Rain on and off
All night.
Mothers day.
Get some breakfast.

tenmay fourten

zo le ped
sole sleeper.
intoxicated with addictive aid,
little brother,
of the dead


times arrow,
takes, makes.
never returns
never unmakes

mistake to think that

empty streets don't watch,
they ignore.

5-42 morning notes

slumber slumber antislumbrisch beeper,
catcrawls caterwauling onto bed,
end of repose for dreamful sleeper.
purrpose purrproduce rub cats head.

Wash and go, car today. Bialetti charge.
Find fresh clothing and

Bialetti ready drink coffee leave house.

Slow drive to work.
Loads of time
All the regular things are different.
See no people on the way.
Only vehicle, vehicles,
posing as autonomous,
but contain people behind that metal mask

4-42 morning notes

8.2.2014

Head like a brick, mind a complete blank. A consciousness of the currents state, not even an awareness. Not awake at all.

A cloudy wet day, dark and damp. There were people complaining of dryness on Monday being soaked on Wednesday. The cat is silent today, it has moved to summer quarters somewhere' in the house.

The small bathroom routines take place as they should do every day. Martins bells sound twice.,, the key is turned, the door opened. An illicitly parked car in front at the house has had its mirrors bent by someone, maybe in a fit of drunken exuberance last night. The street lights are off by the time the churches' entrance is visible..

The scene has lost its sparkle now, and is damp and depressing. An overturned outdoor beater belonging to one of the cafés looks like a crashed Sputnik.

Good Morning at the bus stop. Bus driver does not wait for an old woman hurrying across the square. She is late and he is in the right. He is mean and does not gain by it. Two stops later he waits ninety seconds to make up his timetable again. I think he likes being nasty. 

The smokers stand before the station, grouped around that ashtray.'

The pert team leader nerves coffee again. The discount card is full.

Free coffee today!

With all of yesterdays rain, the countryside is lush and green, all the plants are thriving..

May, and that's spring, isn't it? That bleak winter is over. 

3-42 morning notes

7.5.2074

Darkness in the morning as the anti soporific alamclat puts an end to all that. Toothbrush and shower, forget to shave. Dry the floor, took out of the window, Rain Today, overcast. Take that light trench, so many years old now.

The cat is fed now, down the stairs. Door not locked, a serious mistake

The streetss are depressingly grey. Damp and steamy. An ugly grey day. The smokers have gone to the shelter of the station awning. Their designated place is subject of dissent, and wet.

Serving girl at yorwa's cafe knows what is to be done, Coffee and pretzel and the same people in the cafe as every day. The day begins like clockwork, like an interweaving set of wheels, maybe too like parallel running time-pieces-keeping time faithfully in their dream of independence. Maybe mother and daughter clocks too, and the odd slave timepiece left over from older days. The mosaic maker turns up, her usual cheerful self. The train is delayed, the coffee gone and the cup disposed of before its appearance hinder the bridge in the distance. Some messy person has left a paper tray full of amorphous ketchup, the remains of a bockwurst or curlywurst, on the railing to the stairwell. Disgusting, and it is not even far to a waste bin. People in big hurry at stations. Trample and shove as the train comes in, all fight' to be onboard first. Find a seat, with a table-The passenger opposite powders her nose, takes her tablet and falls asleep. sitting bolt upright. The luck of the day, the Moosbug garlic and salami crew are elsewhere.'

Even this day gets lighter as the morning progresses. 

2-42 morning notes

6.5.2014

Check the news at four, the condition of the world. The cat is disconsolate, maybe it thinks that summer time has come for the second time. Fud it. Back to bed, sleep is possible. The beep at five, turn it off and sleep on mtitl 5:22. Clothes on at the highest speed, and leave for the street. It is cold and clear this morning. The church spires, St Martins, and Christchurch, are both illuminated  in their red-brick splendour by the sunrise. Good Morning, "the day is starting. There is a bird with its continuous single note song. Hidden in the blooming chestnut trees. Red and white chestnuts. Bus and Yorma's, buttered pretzel and coffee, the now permanently strict Anastasia and her effusive valley. , We know them all.

The morning is remorselessly bright as the train slides in, a seat is found opposite the name remorseless chatterbox as yesterday. A man with black hair in a ponytail who remorselessly lets his counterpart knew how stupid the world is, and how clever he is.

It takes all kinds,

With the oncoming summer the view in the train windows has changed from the wintery night to changing vistas of well kept German countryside, all the houses and farm buildings with that unreal sense of polish. Ordnung!! Sauber!!

Even the fields look like cutout patches of paper lovingly laid beside each other. The dark-

haired idiot from the other side of the carriage has started to read the weather forecast from his mobile phone. Chatter chatter.

Moosburg.

a woman sits down opposite smelling strongly of yesterdays garlic.

Omg.

A bloke shares the seat and unpacks his salami sandwich.

Urk.

That is it.

a bearable train journey ruined. 
Get up and stand in the corridor, enjoy the view from there.
Ugh.

1-42 morning notes

5 Hay 2014

        Disturbed sleep, though there is nothing there to disturb . At three in the morning there is no new news of the lost airliner. Now people say that there are terrorists. Secret terrorists?

        As sleep is sound the radio controlled clock fulfills function, first unrecognised, then irritating. The sound of doom as a steady beep, maddening torture like a water drip to the forehead of a renitent interviewee.

The morning is light, a pale sky unsaturated blue. Street lamps out, on comerturn for the main street. At the bus-stop a look back at the presunrise dawn.

        The days are warmer, and the small girl in her coat with the cap with the ears is not wearing this outfit this morning, her hair is long and black. She has the name gait that so many have, now that the dictates of fashion release them from the onus of wearing heels.. The bus rolls away from the rising sun, and the hurried breakfast with coffee togo waits. The pretty fair haired Team  Leiter awaits me, to quiet, asks again. She is such a strict girl.

The train rolls in against a background column of steam from the reactor on on the horizon, with the light of the rising sun behind Dramatis satis, no, not really.

        Thoughts of a polonial invitation to meet her view of the world, open for all to see.Maybe learn the language. Babbelomia?

Maybe the language is to be learnt and understood.

Portulguese

MossCastle boarders, space is gone.

no writing

Sunny sumday

long deep sleep
Sunday.
7 in the morning.
Hear son and his friend at the machine
again.
get up
dress and go and buy breakfast rolls.

Post. Peeler in the post. Magazine too
Town is empty.
Father with two small sons on the street.

Friendly bakery girl
At home put the breakfast things on the table.

boys still at the computer.

Saturday de turd omay

threethirtyfive no air no sleep
the window open let the night in
The light in the basement has been left on.
Rats! No, that was wildo himself.
Pant offal on, steps down.
Dry night, lights off.
Search machine for news
back to sleep.
Air is good.
and still cheap.
here.


wake at eight.
sound of cat at dry food.
Son suscomputerly quiet.
get up
back sore-
lift three times one hundred and twenty kilos,
six times in and six times out of trailer.
Overdid it.
Yard clean now.
soreback older man now.

freefriday

alarm at five , the alarm reminding all that it has been forgotten.
Cat happy
cat fed.
Free day, balance overtime again.

Remove the waste from the yard today.
Son up, off to school
make coffee.
Day disoriented
No system new structure.

Urstomay 14

Day of work
no work today
The alarm did not know
sounded anyhow.

So what lazy
day is lovely
watch men raising
maypole. Ceremony!