Our primary consideration now was the growing of peas
for better or worse, we had become a pea-dependant society
'we're all in this pod together'
was a phrase you heard a lot
We transformed our zen garden into an intensive growth zone
much orange peel the secret ingredient was used
the juice dripped down and was rerouted
using a repurposed ballpoint barrel into the gully, I was
only following the Best Pea Practice instructions
At night we stared at the roof of the cave
sucking on our juice capsules, doing our hums
sometimes we sat in the grape harness which
doubled as a swing and not an erotic one
it would be a lie to say those nights flew by
Recently there was an unpleasant incident with
the squirrel, she covered him in tinfoil
and positioned him in the swing, as a not funny
joke, it began to pulse or throb on the seat
its tiny arms twisted in despair, 'look
what you have done you have become
a Fronkensteen' but she just changed
the subject to last week's record-breaking
pea harvest statistics
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