I think we were his ghosts, Pulling up at the pub he never opened, While the car radio played the news. Smoke. It was just a pit stop along the highway - a
I have an inner monologue that is constantly running, like the voiceover in some off-beat Australian dramedy. Walking down the street is like the first sequence of ‘Offspring’.
It's been a long while since I've eaten strawberries with cheese. My recent lack of strawberries and cheese seems to me a sign that I have been moving very quickly.
