trying to not drink, again

it's July, it's
too hot to think, so
here's a poem, I find that life
is a feeling anyway,
and robots are
weird, man,
don't you think?

sorry, thinking again,
must get
back to the other thing,
thinking just doesn't make sense

sat on my grass, weak
end, things to
not
do

only seen one
wasp, a strange guy
walks strangely past, stares, same
as yesterday,
hope you like this,
writing
it is doing my back
in

2 pissed-off guys
keep shouting
about something awful

this garden is nice, but privacy,
no

but that's fine, life happens

probably best to not
tell people you write poetry,
they
think you're writing about
them, don't they.