comicbook morning
comicbook morning
the open curtain the
blue sky smeared with
red-like brick dust
it’s going to be hot
like lemon
sun on the window frames
of the house opposite
the solitary bird perched
on the roof
looking
the open window the
pneumatic drill
has started the
business down
in the estate and
lopping from side to side
the newspaper boy pushing
the lime-bag trolley
followed later
up the gentle hill
by the black-shorted jogger
the open door another
crap
sound on the radio
sounds sunny anyway then
breakfast bowls!
bird wormhole: chirp / through the window
blue sky wormhole: ‘light blue …’
lemon wormhole: condensation
lime wormhole: junk
