vive eight fifteen

Wed, 5.8.15

a broken sleep, elated by the mask. It is still early dawn, and dark outside when the clocks strike five. fumble the alarm until it is silent..

Shower and brush the teeth.

so let the day continue. Check the contents of the black bag and- Oh the cat was left in the corridor last night. Let her in, hear the bells sound Twice, and leave the house. Yesterdays man is just passing, on his way up the alley.

Down theater street, see a large heap of blue plastic bags mixed up with the yellow ones. Rumour has it that the bin man do not take any other bags but the official yellow ones.

And the office man and the office woman. Wish them good morning.

The river is deplete, it is over two feet under the low water mark.The dry weather.. Deplete with water....

There are nine  gulls and a pigeon sitting , or rather perched on a wall by the river. Maybe they are awaiting the Sunrise, or the unwise old man who feeds them crumbs every day.

A lone runner proceeds up alongside the river, with ponytail swing. A police car rushes by, driving fast and with police power immunity. The street lights go out before the bus arrives,

The holiday reason has started, the space outside the station is empty. No smokers.

Inside big Blondy is doing her job efficiently, feeding the multitude, stamping the discount cards. The cafe itself is empty.

On board the train, there are no more seats than users. People with bags have deposited suitcases on the seats, so that one holidaymaker occupies three seats.. Nobody uses the luggage racks any more.

The train is finally filled 'n Marburg...

This is the beginning of another day that will we likely just be wasted.