The long straight road

The road is calling me. These streets made of sand, sunlight and water. The white glare from the sand and the black shade, cool under the shade trees. How many more years can I walk this long, straight road of life and death? I go deliberately to my secret place. Past the cemetery behind Riley's (birthplace of Maun) to where the road ends at the river. Here there is a splash of dark green, bright green. A billy goat clicks and spits at me, challenging me to move as he brings his whole herd up the hill towards me. Going quietly mad I have come here on purpose to manufacture calm. For me there is enough (personal) death in Maun. And now I feel like I am dying.

My heart is in Gabs and the UK, but my body is back in Maun, kicking and punching its way out of the paper bag that is the poverty trap. Fuckit. Fuck this narrowminded, corrupt backwater.

At the end of the road where the green weeds begin, I am hitchhiking to Cape Town, working in bars and playing guitar to support my new wife and child. From here we get on a ferry to Zanzibar and live happily until we can work our passage across to the Caribbean. Micronesia, Australia, New Zealand, China, Bhutan, Russia and home (back to England) through Europe.

A voice is calling me to pull my Princess closer. Something is troubling her and I can do little to help from 1000km away. We have established that one day she will tell me. We talk on the phone about me sucking her big toe and I hear her laugh, see her beautiful eyes and big smile. It helps. Only together are we complete.

What I'm Reading in today's Cape Times.

Pretty Little Song about Death 

October 30th 2013, Cresta Riley's, Maun

Maun International Poetry and Literary Arts Festival 2013

Here's a pretty little song about death yeah

I saw her face yesterday

Here's a pretty little song about love yeah

I couldn't remember what to say yeah

Here's a pretty little song about life yeah

About trying to find a wife yeah

Here's a pretty little song about me

About trying to be free

Here's a pretty little song about you

So you can feel free too yeah

Here's a pretty little song about death yeah

I saw her face yesterday

Here's a pretty little song about love yeah

I saw it in her eyes she didn't care yeah

Here's a pretty little song about hate

I found out much too late yeah

Here's a pretty little song about maybe

I said how much will you pay me

Here's a pretty little song about me

About trying to be free

Here's a pretty little song about you

So you can feel free too yeah