TIM DARBYSHIRE
  • NOW
  • AND THEN
    • Romanticised & Heatskink
    • Muffled Anthems for Tomorrow
    • Significant Encounters
    • Tainted Title
    • Stampede the Stampede
    • More or Less Concrete
  • BEFORE
  • OR AFTER
  • RETURNING TO
  • OBSERVE
  • THE FUTURE

The outskirts of town, we rolled
through unruly grass and
bushes, approaching a
decrepit wooden structure.
Surrounding this were wild,
thorny bushes.
Inside the dark cavity,
the floorboards were
uneven and severely slanted.
A dank smell settled in
the air, cobwebs in various
corners, a small verandah
on the brink of collapse,
a measly excuse for a kitchen
and I’m sure the water that
came from the taps was rusty.
There were a couple of electricity points.
One with a kettle plugged in for boiling water.
This came in handy for filling up the tin-bucket shower.
Another was hooked up to our Sony stereo system.
The only toilet on premises was a cold box in the bushes,
which also housed the spider and bug tenants.
 
We celebrated this dusty nook with a noticeable glimmer in our eyes.
I attempted sleep in a small room, surrounded by walls of books,
VHS tapes and unidentified piles of dusty hangover material. 

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