men club together for protection.
it’s physical, & also psychological.
we’re forced together, caught in the swarm
& build to be warm & sheltered.
i can’t (example) avoid radio; classic hits, commercials;
the flippant tone of djs amused by their own eloquence.
i mean:
do they breed them? because they come in 2 sizes only:
male, female.
women now (because they’re equal) have earnt streetwise;
are cynical for the wrong reason, dicks like us.
we have banded together too long. we think we like each other
but don’t &, unselfconsciously,
stomach it.
this is no time
to salivate our achievement; for mutual masturbation & handshakes
or to be a pal.
i miss the comradery of labor & drin-king afterwards.
i’m alone except for crickets & mosquitos.
it’s an interesting contemplation you’ve given me, of how much uninvited stimulus we simply can’t avoid.
thank you Dean