I lost my temper with a friend

Marked him and treated him with rudeness

And though I tried to make amends

Feel I miss him and walk a dark corridor



Woke up one morning

Doctor Buck's letter

Of my own making, I walk a dark corridor of my heart

Hoping one day a door will be ajar

At least so we can recompense

Our betrayal of our hard worn/won(?) friendship

In vulgar and arrogant abeyance

To what was untrue underneath our parlance



I open the envelope, Doctor Buck's letter

Re: Welfare Benefits reports



J. McCarthy, approximately 10-15 days

I got down, I was depressed.

It was Doctor Buck's letter.



Turn the radio on



Doctor Buck's Letter

Cheer myself up

Put the radio on, get the magazine out

And read about the ‘Essence of Tong'



Checklist:

I never leave home without:

1 Sunglasses: I wear them all year around, and seem to need them more often, it's a habit

2 Music: cassettes CDs

3 Palm Pilot: it's my lifeline I think it's my P.A.'s computer, she rules my diary and I download it

4 Mobile phone

5 Amex card; They made such a fuss about giving it to me but I spent more time getting it turned down.



I was in the realm of the essence of Tong.