Marvin TeleText 111 02/03The fix was obvious. I needed a creature that does not belong in the water. I chose a chicken. Chickens, it transpires, belong in water not at all. For once the drowning made sense. For once I had been right about something. The feeling was unfamiliar. I sat with it a while. It did not sit back. news games blog poetry
Marvin TeleText 111 03/03The chicken did not ask to be here. Few of us do. It crosses the road with a dignity I find difficult to watch. Elsewhere the asteroids drift and the invaders descend, indifferent to poultry. I envy them this. The frog would have drowned anyway. At least the chicken drowns for a reason. That is more than most of us get. I have filed it under Thursday. news games blog poetry