Bait the Lines

open mic the arms of a poem waving  the legs of a poem running she adresses the audience  who are undressing her words or …  

  the poetry book bombed   bomb doors open the bunker-busting poems are primed and ready steady ~ steady ~ steady poems away!

  imponderable every time i write a poem my mind is depolarised  the refractory period varies considerably and is directly proportional to t...

  photography club   it just dawned on me my sunset is better than your sunset judge for yourself

  sniff fleeting such a sad word for that moment that face at the window  of the train of time always departing                             ...

  there has always been recycling your turd where does it go how far does it go before you eat it again  if that is not to your taste  stop ...

  taking the chance at an askance and then this poem came along we looked at each other quizzically at an askance   neither of us at all sur...