And then, without warning - tho within th’ middle
of everything cool - our Satellite internet connect
went AWOL: I could say, missing - but it’d be like
in action & under dire circumstances, which’s too
redundancy-passé to fit; and so to fill th’ gap, we
played Solitaire. But get my drift, if reception’s so
causal it doesn’t come close t’ explaining this; its
clearly chilly here, & more blue sky than a rash of
thunderish perversity permitted in Tasmania; or, if
reverse-planed then even here where you’d move
t’ get away from all that sh*t; but whew - we don’t
control the way they provide their services do we,
& somewhere in th’ wilderness is a dissertation, if
we care, which sez, gidday, we blew a fuse again
© 23 May 2018, I. D. Carswell
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