Monday, 18 May 2015

sic sick

too many apples a day are not good for you.
so stay at home today. There are the sounds of the sons alarm, his preparation for school, his sortie de la maison or whatever.
There is a note underway to work now, no specifics.

The day is lovely and peaceful, monday in a small town.
Sleep on a while, a while, wiling away the time.
Let the intestines do the talking, gurgles, grumbles.

The apples were tasty, but somehow indigestible.

What a silly start to the week
bells ringing, silence all around
sounds of single cars,
and the diggers laying hot water pipes in the streets,

All muffled behind the tinnitus hiss


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