Hello. Here I am again, pre-dawn, the usual thing (coffee, cats, Vince gnawing on a nice pair of shoes), writing another list of things to do before I leave today. Goodbye, I’m going to the gallows. I wasn’t intending to write before I left; I didn’t have it in me. No space between the bolts of panic, the hot wires of stress stringing through. These, at the end of the day, and the beginning of it, are the close cousins of terror. Yup, I’m going on holiday. I’m going ‘home.’
HOME, ABROAD II
HOME, ABROAD II
HOME, ABROAD II
Hello. Here I am again, pre-dawn, the usual thing (coffee, cats, Vince gnawing on a nice pair of shoes), writing another list of things to do before I leave today. Goodbye, I’m going to the gallows. I wasn’t intending to write before I left; I didn’t have it in me. No space between the bolts of panic, the hot wires of stress stringing through. These, at the end of the day, and the beginning of it, are the close cousins of terror. Yup, I’m going on holiday. I’m going ‘home.’