we saw derek making a cup of tea: ½ turn, ¼ turn,
angel falls of sugar & the water blinked away.
a chipped china absence & you’d guess the cup
messed with the wrong glass (nightclub of
suds). derek effected this beverage to then sit
on a freezer & compost the adjunct images.
caffeine still leeching as if the pondering
was not just inopportune but obscene. 10
mins at the traffic lights. standing at the
wrong counter. the hamburgular’s in-store
appearance. derek seemed assured, such
instances fell ably to hand & often, perhaps a
quantifiable result of the heuristic honours thesis.
he massaged his right shoulder strained from
the irate nothingness repeated for too long.
he removed the teabag quashing a remainder
between thumb & forefinger. we eyed derek,
the arbiter of all final actions; mid-court rallies.
derek leaves off more tensile pursuits to drink tea.
he imagines it will jostle the senses & afford direction,
or so we suppose, observing because life is boring.