At the airport and in the lounge
Its changed since I was last here, the tables are all round.
I know I have a taxi booked, i saw his reply when I took a look at my email Inbox.
He said, ‘thats fine, I’ll see you at seven thirty’.
I was quite surprised because when I asked I sort of compromised the usual custom of giving time to analyse and plan and ask himself the question,
'If I can deal with this late request, what would I need to change?’
‘A local run or the night of fun with men that only discuss what
and the cost of life now they have no money
What with one divorce and a couple of kids, a rented flat and subs for the local course;
‘I should have listened to my dad when he said,
that’s all he said 'cause I butted in; too quick to tell him I’m big and adult and can do as I feel, I don’t need advice from
‘Just like I didn’t need his look of fulfilling prophecy through the blood shot veiny balls of yellow, spitting sarcastic projections of righteous fuckin self inflicted shit, because
and for the first time in his stupid wasted beating heart he felt he belonged, that he had ascended to the level he believed he deserved;
‘So I’ll drop the local run and see you at 0730′.
