Sunday grey

A long rest on sunday, it is eleven minutes past nine in the morning
there is nothing to get up to, the cat is wandering around unsatisfied.

but get up anyway, put on all of yesterday´s clothes.
Unimportant.

Here there and everywhere, as the mood takes it.
The small computer in the hallway is humming away to itself, a minecraft server for the neighbours.

Sunday.

Willl see about breakfast.
And drift further into the turgid swirl of this sad tangle and twist between reality and desire

Even breakfast is an unsurmountable problem.

Get up and move
stretch the back

Sit at the table and write these notes, notes

And let the right ear hiss,