It's still mainly green here, like the contact-less eyes of a jealous monster. & the sky is mainly blue too, like a depressed & filthy joke, yet still 1 ponders how much longer ?
Arse
electric fence therapy
Beyond the
penultimate
stile
of m’ walk
there stood
an electric
fence,
which I decided
to try
& its voltage
imbibe
on the off-chance
it charged me
with sense
…
& erased
all the shite
so I gripped it
so tight
-Then came shock
‘AAAH y’ cock’
Ergo thence,
reflex robbed me
of grip
plus current
gave me
the slip,
as local livestock
laughed
at my expense
…
(try again)
still the telephone
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Well, I’m afraid that the telephone
is sadly very necessary,
despite sound progress with technology
there’s gaps in our telepathy
…
Plus pigeons have their limits
& messages in a bottle achieve shit all,
but I still look forward to the day
when my brain
is bothered by nuisance 3rd eyes
& withheld psychic calls
…
resarf poetry 