REMAINED STARTLINGLY QUAINT

in the
high street
opticians
i am processed

in a sterile cubicle
&
the woman behind the desk there
40 going on 60
whispers with an old school respect & tact

are you on benefits ?

& i am not amused
so much as interested
like being in a museum
or visiting a village
thats remained
startlingly quaint

ALL G AND NOT ENOUGH P

got the first-stop dr on the phone 8 AM
cos
my
meds
are
making
me
sicker
under the clouds and moon

i dont know much about that at all
she says
and suggests
i tail them off slow

but tired of the itchy raving
at
3 AM
under the stars and black velvet
i
stop
cold
turkey

and make a physical appointment
with my current favourite gp

hoping
for
a
scrip
of
something old school
something that works
under the sun and the buffed cotton wool

but wisely preparing 
for eventual disappointment
too
under the google search and the science wall

aware id prob 
have to pick
a new favourite gp
afterward
under the receptionists knowing frown

and wisely prepare
for more eventual disappointment
with
them
as well
under the freebies and the cost constraints

theyre all g
and not enough p
under a streamlined zodiac
and a time machines stuck loop

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