In Specsavers no-one can see you scream!
Which is the least, best, latest, last, title that I have come up with for a poem.
That being said, perhaps I should have stayed in my bed’s warmth
And put my waking hours to getting some zeds
The poem written for such a title
Can only fail to live up to it,
It may not even rhyme at times
Or, it may have a poor focus on it’s primary vision.
Look, and see if you can see
Where this is going;
Or where it has been
And, even if it lens itself to poetry what, anyway, is the love at first websight that will take it on
And can it be read immediately over the short distance of ‘now’
Or will it last the long run distance of a loneliness reader?
You tell me, I haven’t a clue.