25 September 1999
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driving out of rain
way across genre logistics harden
to a set of rules & sure,
that's how we've always done things,
but i miss your sombre telephone
& your shadow's sweaty taste,
staring at the nameless bay until our eyes hurt,
hot reminder of a dozen emails
we're yet to write.
sleep tight, headcase! slow vehicles
use left lane & your magazines
fill the bath, eager as a headache
for the lapping water left behind.
take a deep breathe, take the plunge -
the splash describes your entry.