two fiftyone

listen.
no sound. gray window light from a cloudy dawn sky.

early plane passes.
Bird song.

the clock does its job, press the right button.
Bring the car to be fixed today.
No hurry.

tooraloo, bad taste in mouth. Teeth.

clean kitchen, everything lying around.

Coffee maker, big bialetti.
coughing from outside the window,
girl passes, swaying up the street.
Crying of the birds of prey above.
Loud screams
like rage.


coffee made.