• Vol. 08
  • Chapter 01

The Easy Bit

Getting in the air was the easy bit.
My arms were bone propellers
treating my feet to a bird’s-eye goodbye
to my street tarmacked with worries.

There’s nothing wrong
with having your head in the clouds
if you appreciate the clouds,

but I filled mine up with rain.
It doesn’t matter where you go
on holiday, you always travel with yourself.