TWENTY MILLION THINGS:
Dirty breathing in the Emerald City, dust stuck to sweat
in black & blue. Need a rest, a switch-off, a good laugh.
Trying to do too much, or not enough of the right stuff?
Stop, listen to the noise & chuckle. Up at 4:00am, scare
a pigeon off the roof outside my bedroom window, hooting,
inconsiderate. Well, if that’s the limit of all my troubles
I’ll take that as a bargain.
(K)
Karl Hyde 
Time perhaps to reconnect, remind ourselves from where we’ve come and how far. Plenty of humour in the rooms.
Inconsiderate!
K?
Or
Pigeon?*
A switch off..
On stand by..
A horlicks For
X alcoholics*
Raindrops forced me to an almost empty bookshop a few days ago where I found a biography about Mick Jagger by Marc Spitz – apropos of drug addiction.
Amphetamine lyrics and heroin riffs, what a laugh. I mean, he came quite far after all, despite lack of voice or particular talent on instruments.
Listening to Scooter – Who’s Got The Last Laugh Now album – a lyrical masterpiece made on Vodka for a change 🙂