20/8/06

Delicacy gone – the rattlebag of bones at the roadside and the organic anger of a couple, two friends lets say, laid waste by bad communication – sleep deprived I wander – each droplet of rain is an ally today, walking with me in a way none have ever done before – these are the thoughts, the exegeses of what will be – these are the thoughts of a rambling idiot who walks and talks alone in the borders, his neck craned to the mud and his galoshes soaked through – he knows only that the lapwings are present, the shimmering estuary pools at dusk, the cloud lace on the fells above and below, the leaden feet and the memory of screaming scaly fuckers leaving their ring-pull and plastic -