The FAB&PP Poem of the Month for December 2019
it's a simple
game
[some call
it
mindless]
though i play by
my
special rules
i reach for
it instinctively in
idle
moments
or
in grief or
other
passion
or just to pass
the time as i
wait
for
something
else
[the
next
thing]
to bump me back
to
life
and idly
as i play i wonder
which is real
this thing or
the
next
[make
the
move]