View from Aberdare room aag05. Two seethru cylinderfuls of coloured felt tips. Jar of Kenco decaf gravel.
Carpetty blue corridor armchair. Computer keys clacker from another room. Leaf an x-ray of hills like white elephants. Ink-eroded pages. Plant pot in green on wood-effect laminate table. Striplight drone.
Billy bola’s raucous cough echoes round the roadways. Bigface smudged in early morning. In lamplight round cheeks full-moon.
60watt yellow through window-veils. Blue-cold tarmac. I know I woke up at like half-seven looked out my window and was like fucking hell. Central heating vent spouts steam. Hedge leaves streethaze slicked.
Automatic doors cackle open on rubber runners. Breath mists into white bulb carpark. Warm wisps evaporate into flat clear night. Aluminium chill.
Belisha bulbs above trolley. If the rain was coming baby would you break my heart oh break this promise. Striplit girder-pillar carpark picking crumbs of go-ahead forest fruit yoghurt break from molars. If the rain was coming. Blob trickle suspended on windscreen.
Headlights firework through shelter drizzleglass. Hood trembles in shiver-gusts. Jackdaws in thick sky. Tag-chiselled plastic bows like sail.
Cardboard cup on top of hand dryer. Plastic lid slowly rotates CAUTION HOT CONTENTS. Faint tissue square trembles along glittery lino.
Trainerprint in squashed chip. White potato smear on tarmac. Daintily I vault it with a chuckled gasp.
Husk of bus hums around me. Digital hihats clipping eardrums. Maroon curls rest in gloved hand against window, kindle leant on orange seatbar. Handbag leather white and tan. Hues of pelican bulbs shift through dusty glass. Newspapery crinkles behind.
Icy rain pellets drool down etched Perspex. Bus wanker. Corey 2014. Cock. Taf heart Shan. Cryogenic fingers prod screen letters. And then I get in about quarter past one. Shelter across road headscarf parka girl bites baguette out of paper bag. Ok thank you alright bye love you bye.
Headachy photocopier room. Inky heat of airless broomcupboard. Bent staples scattered on floor: ink grains shored like black sand. Konica Minolta cranks the sheets out. Clank of it breathing. Eating through slabs of pristine A4.
Frost tarmac glitters. Daymoon in icecube above hilltop bristles. Cough blossoms out underwatery. White grass blades.
Distant aerotrails dive through ashy dusk. Same molten pink as the early streetlights.
Amber-lit scaffolding slides past bus window. Hoods hunch over phones. Woman middle of road gesturing at driver. Eyes meet skull-fierce as I cross. Eat clementine in rain.
Haildashed tarmac. Sun slants shadows through bus shelter. Sharp gasps of A470. On Cardiff Road tyres spin across bus stop letter road-markings. Breeze ruffles banking.
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