Vulcanised Poems

Barefoot Earthling

It's taken me sixty years
Of evolution
To realise the simplicity 
Of Earthen electricity 

My naked feet, like freshly cleaned
Battery terminals
Strolling in hilarity 
To observe correct polarity 

Electrons flowing in and out
As I freely shuffle about 
In hippyfied insanity
With toes embracing nudity

The science is effusive
So wonderfully conclusive
My body craves perfection
In each pedantry inflection 

So to join the sockless roamers 
The grass lovers and beach combers
I will earth myself completely
With each step I place, so neatly

Is it magic or just factual?
Like a nature deal, contractual
Or perhaps we were never meant
To be disconnected, discontent

And maybe it's progression
To dismiss the shoe of intercession 
Returning to natural citizenship
Of barefoot - grass relationship

Reject the concrete, 
Resist the vulcanised persistence 
Embrace the beauty
Of a sole-full existence