The Surveyor, Online

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Her screen offerings in selfless forms
adorned or bare – she shared her allure

Of course – he preferred her nakedness
which so shamed his own rucked flesh

There is a distance he has yet to guess –
she stretched out on his bed – undressed

Would she lie for him – tongue and back –
to provide his review with an easy abstract?

No longer there – mere pleasant thoughts –
to move from such – no more he sought


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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