A dawn that could burp

The excess air
that falls behind a late dinner
Put your head back down says the shadow
Close your eyes says the wall

The waiting fart wants out
Bathroom light is out
Kitchen snack shelf empty
A dawn that would burp

Sweat is on the verge of it´s declaration
below the nose and above the chin grows new vegetation
blanket a friend to dust
A lover of stains, a once a fortnight acquaintance of soap sun and rain.

A gulp of sweetened juice
The routine slide door jostle
back to the mattress that Waits alone in the dark
Up it comes from the depths ,a dawn that could burp for a time