why are you reading this
got to be something
you’ve got to do
yet here you are
frittering I’d say
yeah that’s the word
frittering your time away
and if you weren’t meandering
you would have realized
the wind’s kicked up
and everything has shifted
in the hard running
late afternoon game
of freeze tag


When he’s not writing terse, enigmatic poems, Bob Hudson is usually whipping up some tasty goodness in the kitchen.