Sunday 10th August



The tribe convenes in the kitchen to discuss
the day, “what to do in the rain”.
It was an easy drift,
get dressed, get in the car & drive, now I’m
reaching for the life raft of silence in an
upstairs room as the comity plans our every move.
I need to drift, follow no thread at all,
allow myself to be drawn by visual candy
& intrigue. At night, when everyone has gone to
bed, I sit in the dark hunting obscurities &
cul-de-sacs, drifting the electric highways
connecting random people.


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