The longitudinal twitch

They put it down to
the environment,
which in my opinion is,
the sixth element.

Maybe it’s just a rumour,
I humour myself
with this thought.

Then imagination takes over
the tenement rises above me
and I’m trapped,
but she loves me
and suddenly
the walls fall.

When the sea is your home,
ozone is
the end zone,
with only oysters for company
there’s no one to talk to me
the environment may be
what it is.

© 2019, John Smallshaw.