E = mc whatever

Yesterday was a headache day
neck stuck in debris
yawn-yawn jelly
half-dumped stacks

I just want to go out the front door
and walk
sleep under a tree
walk some more
maybe catch a train

but I know I'd get ill

You have to know your limitations

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Living in Porridge

is being nice
is cosy
no swine flu

They pack you in
tunnel down your sight
get you to perform
Who's gawping at who?

This chair is decades old
folk from around the globe have sat here
I slap my gruel with the spoon
a glutchy rhythm
Consider yourself
part of the furniture

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