#2,531 Writing On This

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]