#68 - my sheltered life

8.3.2020 (IWD)

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my sheltered life

or 

an argument for guaranteed minimum income

a nose rubbed in

sorry self

and the life unseen

terrible things have happened and will

here under rock where hid

it all was done to

you see how it it is if you weren’t seen

a file and up to you to prove

if love were turned in upon

having to live in such a place

not remembering to touch

but they stood over

a ruined language

shallow breath

and your unshaven cheek

these are government departments

for instance because too much, trapped

cage in the desert, camouflage

imagine having to

prove yourself incapable

daily, weekly, when called upon

it having been told you once and spreads

a pittance works you thin

how I can’t know

I haven’t seen

the ache is dislocation

bored bounce for the end of the bed

plumb depths

or if I took a care

come sideways of a rhyme consider

they’re waiting to fit you up with the pigs

and araldite the locks

could go naked

no one knew

this is all about attention

not a question of care

was done to

I was nothing wrong

could work

were certain conditions met

they would have to understand that

would be a day to decision

and come to blows

catch what’s going

the rest achieve and had careers

grow, ponder

all winds ill

my own miasma

there isn’t a breeze to touch

how’s the dole working for you?

there’s someone in that such a percent

cover a cough

brighten and dim

never you’ll never catch up

the cruel joke’s life

of course one sees oneself in

strew questions

but will any catch?

no one can shake this one awake

there isn’t a jury would ever convict

the infant to half life