a heav(enl)y morning

The sun suggests itself and before the dawn there is a chill - spurned from life, death and stupidity.

Stupidity,

A word I dare not mention, for sympathy is too strong a companion of the weak - be they giver or recipient. But when a toilet bowl and limbs become confused in the daze of Thursday night ladies drinks, the porcelain flesh carries a peculiar stench,

of,

stupidity.

Death,

You may think comes unexpectedly. But no, the dawn begs to differ, for death can be as calculated as prostitution, pursued and paid for with rations and reason. Just ten floors high, perhaps a little less, but still the building that is home to a swarm of young lives can provide the platform from which and old woman may jump. And go unnoticed.

Life,

Is for all of us to live and to live in a life is for us and you and all of that beyond psychoanalytic distinction. And life is here to be lived, so wake up now, wake up now in the dark and leave your daughter sleeping, lover, wife and mistress dreaming and run. Run because you have the right to and because the right to defend your life, or life in general is why you live. For you? For us all?Warm clay pavings connect to branded leather shoes connect to brittle bones which extend to your once broken nose, and a glow.

That glow is dimmer than the rising sun, diminished by black plastic sheeting, and embarrassed by a dry retching so induced that blood can change its hue.

Yet that glow is golden; precious and heavy. Worth saving and a burden to die for.