Poem: Scream Sequence

I couldn’t sleep. So, I didn’t. I made a list of all the things that were bugging me. It was only one thing: Not being able to sleep. I like to boil things

down to their essence, trim the fat, tenderise the truth and then store in a cool, dry place. So the list is hanging on a nail that I drove into the wall in a place where

my computer screen should be. …