Observations Of A Friday Morning


* It’s a beautiful morning, contrasting viciously with my exhausted mental state.
* The shadows are very high on the walls – a cantilever to the sun’s position in the sky.
* There was no coffee in the house this morning.
* People are bustling energetically.
* Birds are chattering.
* A bottle of Coke is no substitute.
* Blades of grass are glistening, shining.
* The air is still, the temperature perfectly mild.
* Is that fucking dew I smell?
* A bird flew down and sat next to me as though we were friends.
* I’m going home to bed. It’s far too fucking pleasant out here.

One Response to “Observations Of A Friday Morning”

  1. Anne Farrell Says:

    This is pretty much poetry, which is quite different for you. Cool.
    Put up some more of your recent writing please.

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