let’s be blunt

there is no point

• eraser 

no plans

for tomorrow is

foggy

watching

the colourful reflection 

of the washing

sitting quietly 

waiting for the malfunction 

life support

haute cuisine

plates of chlorophyll

in the solar wind 

at my age

worrying that i have nothing

to worry about 

flapping her arms

the child fails to fly

over a milestone

conflicting signals

at the end of the line 

stop continues

questioned

i ask the questioner

ten thousand questions 

ten thousand answers

are not enough

she cannot do it

she doesn’t want to do it 

and now time is up