Monotony 1
In the morning we blow glass orbs and wait for them to explode.
Every day is the same.
Monotony 2
In the afternoon I mine my morning’s memories. I drink too much coffee. Yesterday with cream. Today with cream. Tomorrow with cream.
Monotony 3
On my third cup the first ball explodes. Tomorrow with cream.
Monotony 4
I gather the shards. In the light, refracted, I discover new words.
Monotony 5
At night I don’t sleep. I take my words, shards, my unexploded orbs. I throw them into the furnace. They heat the house.