Bait the Lines

  it’s nothing really   it’s difficult to imagine nothing because it does not exist so nothing doesn’t matter yet we try to imagine nothing ...

 the metronome is on the cusp      cusp cusp      cusp cusp      cusp of stopping

 the br eaking news breaks me reading the headline     nurse shot by ICE the drizzle cries outside of my no no    noooooooooooo for the cord...

  sorry to hear you are (very) unwell where we dare not go  but are heading  into a headwind of words  that are blown away  like useless lea...

  oh dad toast with melting butter tea just so and then the door closed the dark out he went out somewhere  where he always went with my tho...

  just ice the pin caused a stroke there was no blood lost although the northern lights were bright red that night and singing was heard  fa...

  draft a poem pops up either side of sleep’s border the sandman hits snooze but the games afoot ‘complete’ becomes a word upon which the mo...