Interfacing
Rialto submission
Terrors in the inner vision
Lost in derision
I am having a cup of tea again,
Sipping the lipped conclusion
Of a sugarless concoction
Some potion for my motions
And a good shit in the afternoon, instead.

These are the days of the well read
There is less time to stay in bed
Some duties and rudeness to the government with attitude
Lesbians and gays and old men and women
Trust in the news so the data is so abusive
Mental dementia and alzehimers prevention
When will I be healthy to spend money again.

Travelling is the strain
Saying no to the City Slickers (IMDb)
Something crystal clear
Like the arrangement with old dears
To quote a film star and recommend some culture
For the work of legal vultures
And risk a good example of the temporal nature of time.

AI Summary

It’s a poem about interfacing with the world while feeling half‑detached from it — a writer sipping a sugarless tea, watching his own body, mind, and culture misfire around him, noting the days of the well‑read, the shrinking time in bed, the government’s rudeness, the anxieties of ageing, the strain of travel, the refusal of City Slickers, and the absurdity of quoting film stars for legal vultures; the poem moves between humour and dread, between bodily honesty and philosophical drift, ending with the sense that time itself is a temporary arrangement, a fragile contract we keep trying to understand even as it slips through our hands.