put aside the Theft

Rocky hasn't been adopted yet, but it'll probably happen within another day or two. This poem, by my favorite guy, is about a house with no dog in it.



Home is so Sad



Home is so sad. It stays as it was left,
Shaped to the comfort of the last to go
As if to win them back. Instead, bereft
Of anyone to please, it withers so,
Having no heart to put aside the theft

And turn again to what it started as,
A joyous shot at how things ought to be,
Long fallen wide. You can see how it was:
Look at the pictures and the cutlery.
The music in the piano stool. That vase.



Philip Larkin


Our little band has managed to get 1,000 plays on myspace, which means we get free lifetime memberships, a solid gold trophy shaped like an .mp3, and some radio play on the island of Nauru. Many thanks to all of you who have visited our page, especially G-lo and my sister, who have logged over 400 hours on the site by some estimates.

Having met that goal and a few other deadlines last week, we are bringing our steely focus and iron will to bear on the goal of posting a new tune before the show on Friday. Everyone grab hold of something.