a lazy lazy saturday, a day a doodle day, sunny, a day after the British made a strange decision, a day after the world shook for a bit.
get up, after a while, a shower to wash yesterdays sun off, the grime and so forth.
There is not much there, not much here.
Read the news.
Mad Brits.
Deluded fools.
But then- they pride themselves on just that.
Make the coffee pra mim and listen to the talk from the street.
Listen to the son play his Philip Glas piece one more time, there will be a demonstration later on,
With other children, all playing anything from Mozart to Grieg.
Some better and some worse.
This is an interstice between decay and recovery.
A temporal interstice,
never long enough
A saturday morning, a silly cough, and listen to the children outside.
Preparing for their weekend fun..
get up, after a while, a shower to wash yesterdays sun off, the grime and so forth.
There is not much there, not much here.
Read the news.
Mad Brits.
Deluded fools.
But then- they pride themselves on just that.
Make the coffee pra mim and listen to the talk from the street.
Listen to the son play his Philip Glas piece one more time, there will be a demonstration later on,
With other children, all playing anything from Mozart to Grieg.
Some better and some worse.
This is an interstice between decay and recovery.
A temporal interstice,
never long enough
A saturday morning, a silly cough, and listen to the children outside.
Preparing for their weekend fun..
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