Urban Morning Sound

hear others out there, just beyond my wall-wrapped sharing space they break on through, sneaking inside my head far above, front-nosed pilots point high-flying seated people tubes passengers squeezed in tight, some feeling dread as jet engines cloud-buffet, amplifying reverberations chimney-chambers funnelling their muffled sound momentary fear spills downward into the peaceful living-room then gone, soon forgotten, on journeys bound clank and clang, lift-arm lorries crawling slowly by the gateway sin bins scooped, coloured cravings half-consumed cascades of clinking glass crescendo, bottle-bank vomiting noise rapid cadence, ambient drone resumed programmed heat, timed with boiler clicks, powering-up, igniting cold metal creaks around expanding joints curtains swish, blinds roll open, bleary blinking, homely morning eyes aural sequencing as the day appoints distant yowl of hooter horn, duly departing commuter train car doors slam, abrupt jarring intrusion gauntlet-running mothers compete with pavement-blocking pupils fumes linger, safety scarring delusion radio din, depressing electro-magnetic compression shovelled earth beside the thin blaring-out men again dig doggedly, patching patches for the umpteenth time careless strike, gushing hiss of waterspout road tyres clip, manholes rattle, drum the brief mid-morning lullaby rise and fall, the doppler siren speeding two-wheeled tiny engine buzz, irritating as it nears the ears loudspeaker hails, vies for votes its pleading post person presents the parcels, delivering rat-a-tat-tat cats scurry as scratching dogs lunge and bark then sudden bang, spread-eagled pigeon, wingspan on window-pane stunned, fluttering, hoping to reach the park