Birds and piano keys,

open; envelope of day.

Crushed scorching shrill,

fighter jets at play.

On the rise, air con whirls,

Jug boils.

Man on a megaphone,

“watermelons, gettem now, only 10 dollars”.

Motorbikes hurtle and blurt,

and tuther.

Broken children scream,

Sit, rest, and rudder.

Drink of coffee dreams,

stirred with screeching floorboards.

A childs plea,

bleat, dod, doddle, “mama, mama,mama”.

Jets curse in a vacuous air,


Hot bitter coffee,

black, jet black, tat, tat, tat, tat, tat.

A sloven yawn, not mine,

birdsong whistles flee.

Door slams,

shuffle, gwuf, gwuf, gwuf.

Quack, quack, quack, quack,

beeeeeeeeep, beep, beep, beeeeeep.


fab, fab, fab, boof and sleep.

The voice of a male,

China twangs, bangs, stops.

A baby cries now,

Cold cooool scraping.

Babble and silence,

dull chortle smears.

Argh, awwfff and spit,

the habit of my tears.

Sirens at a distance,

dada, dada, dada, tap, tap, tap.

A flute curls through my window,

sings in my lap.

Echo’s of the past,

squeeeeak, a cupboard door, perhaps.

And then,

yadda, yadda, yadda, smack,

and rat, tat, tat.

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