routine

Wake up from the daily grind

Wheels on the bus
Go round and round, round and round.
Carry us.

Cleaners, brokers,
One ear off or, surround sound,
All yous, hark

The timetable
Perpetual, it turns found
Into lost.

Morning adulterery

She meets him every day at 8,
An hour of illicit company
Over pain aux raisins

This one is pounds heavier
Balder, better at looking her
In the eyes,

They get the chance, before 9
Strikes their lives dumb,
To another day

In the city and another night
Waiting for the time
Between 8 and 9

When he can see her
And she can see him who
Is not hers.