Harry left his mug on the sticky varnished tabletop.
Triangulated tea cup ring stains act as a landing pad
for repeated take offs.
Outside, standing with a tense face built like a blocked sink,
draining away through plug removed eyes.
taking in nature
‘you see this is what life should be, simple, birdsong
as he steps onto orgasm thick soft grass.
‘Not stuck inside plugged in and clocked off, no-one else is here,’
He ponders out loud.
‘People use to go online to get away, now in the real world.’
Clean fresh air is triumphantly snorted up, directed by ever
He has only reached this nirvana through his frustration
of trying to operate his computer with his charging phone.