middlewear

Sure something new, why not?

The screen I turn to when the night is too dark to poke around for pen and paper.

Sentences sentence me to stay up and slip

Had something to say

Swimming around

…but now its gone away

And I’m just gone okay?

Slowly

And surely

Beer bottled up in this belly

Sullen and sudsy

With worn skin over willing hands

Probing these keys for some meaning