i wish
tyre me down, sport
.
today the way
the world is run and the
people who run it making me tired
tired of not saying “you make me feel”
tired of I instead of you statements. You
make me feel tired, I’m tired of you
all and your folly
footed in the mountainous earth on such
a very large scale. You make everything
small you make
everybody suffer. You don’t suffer. Everybody
does but I can’t see you can because
if you did I would be
living in a loving world
like the world I live in in my home
of my own head,
if you did I would be
heard and you’d be quiet
all of us herd who graze here
quietly among the grasses, writing
poetry, well that’s what we call it, on our silent screens
this is written as I type and won’t take ten minutes over it
because it’s all going to flow away downstream
the feed, and the feed-lots, the haverers & have-nots
gone in an instant gratitude journal heart-shaped
dotted i….. dotty, I, myPad
cluttered with unwashed thoughts and all
I have is caller ID for privacy and cyberspace
where no one hears you screen.
4.35-4.41pm, 5 july
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