Braindrops

Squeezing my dead brain
Trying to get just one drop
Of poetry out

Spider, Breeze

Little green spider
Twisting, twirling in the breeze
Between sun and shade

Firewall Living

Firewalled from truth
We comfort ourselves with lies
And sleep while living

(not so) Young

Nearly thirty-six
Youth picks up his coat and hat
And makes for the door