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The cow castrated the crow (symbolically); the vicar looked on obliviously, reflecting on the ridiculousness of his profession, longing for uninhibited sex.
A faceless conference, corporate bags abounding the floor, suits and ties speaking. Principles instilled in the mindless decision-makers while the world functions outside regardless, in a chasm of poverty and inaction.
Vacant like an ancient platform, isolated at sea: barnacle-covered and rusting, dustless, blustered by a heaving sea. Memories of bombs and conflict abound in the creaking structure, ghostly helicopters landing and rising in fiery fury.
Applied repetition, again & again & again; the needle scratching a textured surface, a crackled harking-back to ten years ago. Keep rotating, keep brushing up the muffled notes & dusty exterior. I will re-visit you again one day, when I move house, or uproot, pack up and go, applied myself to something worthy; loyal and baby-making.
I stumbled down the alleyway with blurred vision, boozey mind, tripped over stray bottles and feral beasts; the street sweeper scowled in my direction, I, unaware continued stumbling in the direction of shadows, dustbins & nothing in particular.
Speech-enabled,
Replaced by buttons
abused by the ignorant
and the intelligent
facilitating sex and conflict.