A Soft Roll Of Thunder
Soothing water now surrounds me as my night time dip begins to come closer to room temperature, like our slow glass of J Walker over cola Mike and I had just before taking the train to Mayo.
The morning slot was very droll,
didn't like the play back but had already signed a waver.
All in all it felt good resolving relations with a city I once loved,
and admire again.....
without that intense attraction we all had back then to evolve in our affectation,
excluding others from a tainted sense of reality,
only sharing this common thread which had held so many of us together with the chosen few who also enslaved tribally to her breast could relate to inner city life.
The morning light illuminated the locomotive as it darted through the countryside.
And as I opened my eyes, within that rhythmical pulse that had hypnotized me.
A shift from the soft pink hue into a stark clarity of motion awakened any chance of sleep, so I went for a stroll towards the engine, still feeling kinda horny and dehydrated. Only then, after seeing some fella on his phone, did I remember to take mine off silent.
Sliding it out of my upper pocket I had a look at messages, missed calls ect.
and answered 'em on returning to my seat.
The fuckin' canteen was shut!
Anyway, I couldn't see myself copping off with anyone there anytime soon,
not before they served breakfast at least.
Stuck on my shades, then surfed the net after I had taken care of phone business.
Before you knew it we had landed into Castlebar for a late lunch,
then an evenings meetin' with Frank and the lads at http://www.outwestireland.ie .
But what I was looking forward to most was getting home and snugglin' up to the season two finale of Ugly Betty that I'd recorded from the night before.
As I walked from the station to my baby brothers house the skies had became overcast and there was...
The morning slot was very droll,
didn't like the play back but had already signed a waver.
All in all it felt good resolving relations with a city I once loved,
and admire again.....
without that intense attraction we all had back then to evolve in our affectation,
excluding others from a tainted sense of reality,
only sharing this common thread which had held so many of us together with the chosen few who also enslaved tribally to her breast could relate to inner city life.
The morning light illuminated the locomotive as it darted through the countryside.
And as I opened my eyes, within that rhythmical pulse that had hypnotized me.
A shift from the soft pink hue into a stark clarity of motion awakened any chance of sleep, so I went for a stroll towards the engine, still feeling kinda horny and dehydrated. Only then, after seeing some fella on his phone, did I remember to take mine off silent.
Sliding it out of my upper pocket I had a look at messages, missed calls ect.
and answered 'em on returning to my seat.
The fuckin' canteen was shut!
Anyway, I couldn't see myself copping off with anyone there anytime soon,
not before they served breakfast at least.
Stuck on my shades, then surfed the net after I had taken care of phone business.
Before you knew it we had landed into Castlebar for a late lunch,
then an evenings meetin' with Frank and the lads at http://www.outwestireland.ie .
But what I was looking forward to most was getting home and snugglin' up to the season two finale of Ugly Betty that I'd recorded from the night before.
As I walked from the station to my baby brothers house the skies had became overcast and there was...