peril

late late late night last night.
Watching films on the television, alone.
A string of serialised stories.

For four hours.

Wake late, sleep through the sons preparations for and departure to school.
It is Monday, the regular day off on the forty hour four day week.
A new invention, a new work model,  which can be ended at any time.

Now it is eleven, the day half done,

And that is all

The day is hard to use, there are no friends in this town,
just strange people working away.

It seems to be all about power and influence.

What human relationships are really understood.
A constant background his, this may just be a message,

A message of insistance and importance which
is just not understood.
Like the alarm call for an unkown peril.