Eanna Cullen - Stop Bloggin me...
A Travelling Verse-ish

Wheels; how many revolutions?

Homes; six I think.

Through the stress of a dark day and into the light of relief. Waves met just in time; a metal box slides forwards to the home land.

I'm not right in the head, and it shows. I find the drinking hits me harder than before the cut. Worry for her, disappointment for me. Only three quiet moments on the other side of the sea. The first, witnessed by an advancing cow, was a sandwich at the crossroads near Abbeyleix. A shoebox apartment; sure you don't need a key, just watch TV. Valuable minutes, just you and me.

2008-07-31 16:34:42 GMT