Dyson’s Choice

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

You woke

Under you
lay our dust
Dead stuff

You sucked
and spun me
by a cyclone

Picking us apart –
my flaked mites

weren’t on
our mediator’s

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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