By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

I am your blown out wish –
with birthday spit

I inflate wanted lists and
your every year –
every anniversary – craving
for gifts
I hope you like it

A fool’s longing is my trick
turning dry thoughts into thirst
before hunger grips

Later your rubbed lust
will open other’s yearning lips –
both set to work
by my dictates
How can I thank you?

I will let you sleep sated –
but cheated
I’ll come back with your waking

Mike Bell Poetry

Mike Bell aims to write 10,000 poems, stick them up here one at a time, and then take a nap. By then he should be about 85 years old and have out-gunned PD, dementia, and the end of days. Possibly. Before the floods and fires. Mike Bell is found working for money as a freelance set designer.

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