Mayday

Colazione speciale
caffè and a cigarette
grab yourself a pack
while they’re still hot
sizzle sizzle drip
thick black drops
drizzle down my coffee cup
Keep the change,
I whispered in the dark.

Click click spoon stirs
hand whisks automatic
Heavy feet stomp stomp
stomp through the corridor
Marching, marching
rhythms from the band
in my head play the
same song same song
repeat.

Mid-morning dark clouds
rumble and my stomach
ties in knots empty empty
waist shrinking,
till there’s nothing
in this dark light
incandescent skin glows
gloomy gloomy
Mayday,
I think we have a problem.