Hounds Of Love Cry
Thursday 12th June 2008,
Judgment day as an uneasy nation votes on Lisbon.
Two alarms sounded in stereo meaning Gerry goes back to work,
still covered in aloe vera, but able.
A little groggy and too lazy to make my own, I finish his coffee,
as payment for my services rendered.
The radio in the kitchen was blasting out a cover version of an old Kate Bush track,
a possible choice of theme song today as a nation begins another day to ultimately culminate in a march for most, to the polling stations across the land.
Having to vote where you're registered,
for my brother and I meant a little road trip and an afternoon off.
Tony picked me up with two of his friends, who had started their summer festivities with some natural herbal stimulation.
A little too early for me to start re-enacting out the lyrics of any given Suede track
as I like clarity of vision when making important decisions.
When the dye was cast we found an early house to sink a few brews and share in a little chuckle at my brothers two spaced monkeys in the corner, while telling me of his plan to rent a summer house along the river in the town where I live, seeing as Castlebar has become a small concrete jungle -
old buildings coming down and new ones being built.
Might be nice being closer then usual....and fuck it!
Summer is only three months.