By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Buried in your bag, the excuse,
that modern cord, the line,
to the centre of us,
you would not have heard
notifications, and such,
as the weight of this end,
anchored, fixed in the bed,
felt no tug (or pull) from your end.

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.