it’s after five and i went outside for a smoke listened to the bird noise that people call singing but which is actually aggressive shouting defending territory selfishly like drunks on friday night are you lookin’ at my bird or dogs pissing on lamp-posts and i haven’t been sleepless for a while but five a.m. is better than four which is depressing and leads to negative thought because five is more optimistic somehow and being awake before others oddly satisfying even when a person doesn’t get anything done other than thinking just thinking and wondering whether typing it out constitutes writing or wrist-slashing and whether indeed it matters either way but mainly just thinking about the lighter mornings and how five a.m. differs season to season country to country person to person and how for me dawn would really be better slept through until at least the summer when birds shout slightly nicer songs and my smoking chair isn’t covered in rain
Nice sentence! You have terrifyingly acute insight, write like an angel too. If you'll forgive that unintentional slur on your character. Splendid work, ms Zand, as ever. Reading your early morning observations has set me up for the day. At five in the morning, writing and wrist-slashing are indistinguishable.
I always enjoy my visits here. Even this brief entry, such a nice flow and wonderful imagery. You are a poet, I regret to inform you :-).
Thanks Jake, thanks Mary… you're very kind.
Divine photo, Sandie. Enjoyed Dawn.Thanks for following my blog. Joanna