fly

sit with a cup and a computer
sup a drop, black brew, dark brown
Sit at the table.
The son has gone to school
The wife has gone back to bed

Just sit there, listen to the drone in the head.
Not a drone, a his.
The clock on the wall is working a way,
tic tac every second
half second pendulum
and a clock clank every thirty seconds,
a mechanical time signal, for the filial clocks.

The dishwasher is running and it is a week untill christmas.
Drink
sup
dark day, the neighbours across the street have already left the house.

"you treat all those around you like shit"
is one supposed to live with a comment like that?
or to attempt to prove that this is not so?
or to ignore it
or to be upset by it?
or just to go back to work on future mondays
and work harder.
flee
fly
flew
fum