Sunday, 27 August 2017

not enough time to rest

sleep at night does not work at all, it is early, it is dark, there is no light outside, get up listen to the bells, bells of churches, quarter to six, three.
Take that blue and white pill, doctors orders, stomach inflamation.
up at the window watch a two young men on bicycles, young women screaming and giggling on the backcarrier, wobbling over the cobbles at high speed down the church alley in Landshut. Lightly dressed women, men pedalling hard. At the junction by the police station one women walks off, all wish her a good night.

silence, streetlight to the front of the house.
clamor church bells.

and the stomach hurts, aches the tinnitus whistles, something is wrong, the thoughts are in a daze. Sitting at the table in the living room, no room light but the light in the window from the street lamps.
clamoring church bells, and the mind fuzzes, sleep comes.
stagger back to bed.

Sleep untill nine, feel no better, but be awake.
heartache and heatburn

Is the cure worse than the complaint

Sunday.
there is too much time
on a sunday, and not enough time to rest.

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