gas-bill

Can’t see close any more,
never could see far,
varifocal glasses
beckon
like milk-bottle arses.

And my eyes are having
one last pre-new prescription joke
at my expense.
This morning’s gas-bill
I read as
Your gay statement
and consequently couldn’t make sense
of
volume conversion factor
and
calorific value
of
standing charges
and
credit carried forward

But
it all seemed rather cheering somehow,
after all those monthly payments,
to see
a whole life celebrated
in the final lines
with an
outstanding balance.




© James M Nash