I ache with tiredness, such tiredness
That film last night, then reading for a while
Then hearing sex one floor below; all this
And waking up early has cramped my style
Too tired to play guitar, or swim the Nile
Wonder if I’ll ever go to Egypt,
Or tread on Asian or Australian soil?
Probably - most do, these days. Most have tripped
Out of their dull surroundings, open-lipped
In wonder…Or were they bored, wanting rest
From the sheep-herding process and the vile
Heat? I know how they feel; energy’s slipped
To a new low, so when I’ve written this
I’ve got a film to watch: it’s called ‘Basque Ball…’
Mon 24 Aug
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