#2,531 Writing On This

Mike Bell/ September 18, 2022/ www.mikebellpoems.com/ 0 comments

Translucent sunlight in
September [& a cooled
coffee in Sussex] – Less
UV spoilers to bear – In
my palm my phone [on
which all of these lines
get plied] – Bare verses
are ours to align – day-
to-day notions unlade
after dream-begrime is
cleared by light – Set to
my crafting of ten thou’
posts as a last hurrah –
I endure my loneliness
with modern tools – I’ll
outvie in this quietude
[‘til coming of quietus
& my batteries flatline]

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