The Waiting Room.

Inevitably, eventually, we wait–

For all sorts of things–

A new computer.
A new lover.
A new door handle.
A better job.

Rapid wire to work.

Work, you bastard, work.

For the football grand final weekend to be over.
Well, actually, I don’t much mind.
I’m safe in the confines of my home.
It’s fine.

We’re having a right day of it here at my place…



One Response to “The Waiting Room.”
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