Thus lying in bed thinking about it equates to the
middle finger raised - you know - out of the back
of a hand, with an ‘up yours’ seminal gesture we
indubitably understand - or maybe a reversed V
with the same impact - but that actually isn’t me;
remember I’m abed having difficulty dealing with
a bout of respiratory ‘flu - the congested lungs &
breathing thing you’ve all been through before
It’s just that being sidelined so easily reeks of a
collusion between something you thought you’d
come to understand & learned to live with and a
rubicon of raw power-use by treasonous beasts
of rectitude - they’ve got you by the balls - so to
speak, and there’s nothing you can do …
© 19 June 2015, I. D. Carswell
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