Albion Hotel

Bring me the keys

And show me to my room

Turn off the light

So that I can see the moon

I can hear the rain falling

Through the night

The gulls cawing

I can feel the tide calling

Through the night

Until early morning

I’m checking in

I’m checking in

I’m checking in

To the Albion Hotel

Bring me a drink

And leave it over there

Turn back the sheets

As you head back down the stairs

I can hear the rain falling

Through the night

The gulls cawing

I can feel the tide calling

Through the night

Until early morning

I’m checking in

I’m checking in

I’m checking in

To the Albion Hotel

Prepare my bill

& slip it under my door

give my luggage away

I won’t need it anymore

I can hear the rain falling

Through the night

The gulls cawing

I can feel the tide calling

Through the night

Until early morning

I’m checking out

I’m checking out

I’m checking out

of the Albion Hotel

©Andrew Franks 2014

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Depression

I think I've been here before but I'll go again anyway...

Sitting in a cafe (preferably The Spartan on Grove Road), hovering over an hour old cup of tea, with a Marlboro on the go. Fringe down, gazing at Kafka's words, ushering in a new darkness and whispering on the chill breeze that blew from the Town Hall to the Library. It's ok to feel this empty and this hollow because life will fill me up with joy and desire. It won't ever be like this again.

Or so I thought.

Anger was an energy

There was a time, not so unimaginably long ago, when we would express our anger and frustration in the most basic of window-smashing, meat-wagon trashing and general rampaging ways. We would feel free to unleash our RAGE.

Now, we are merely content to tweet, post and indeed blog(!). We have lost any sense of rebellion, happy to have gifted it all away in exchange for faster broadband and free wi-fi. 

However, all is not lost...