Felt poem, Max, encompassing the range of your moods strongly. Your third self is a whitegood perhaps? Hope
it's all worth it. Sounds like a wrench to me. 'Overseasia' I'll pay as vintage (not antique, mind) Max coinage.
Bill
On Wed, Aug 27th, 2014 at 9:12 PM, Max Richards <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> Booking a room down the road
> at the Hotel Charsfield
> for our last two nights in this town feels
> odd - note their brochure:
>
> ‘As unique as the guests who stay here’!
> Misreading this a moment as ‘antique'
> I tried it on the receptionist -
> she smirked as if used to the joke.
>
> The Charsfield’s in walking distance
> from our flat. We’re packing up
> so a tenant can move in. Ourselves,
> we’re off with just our bags, overseas.
>
> Our kitchen ‘whitegoods’ stay - nowt else.
> What won’t go in our bags goes
> in a van to storage. Goodbye again
> my books, papers, notebooks, folders.
>
> In two years max., Max will meet up
> again with his written self - unless
> that second self, his laptop
> travels safely with him.
>
> So the Charsfield is where we’ll
> flop exhausted before quitting town.
> Overseas! Overseasia! -
> drawing breath in Aotearoa
>
> where I first drew breath.
> On then to America’s
> far North-West, all for the sake
> of my earnest wife
>
> who fancies again the student life.
>
> [Max in Melbourne, soon for Seattle]
>
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