Migraine

My head continually throbs

from thinking I’m spiritual.

Clouds

What else need be said: “clouds”

You're clever, you’ll figure out the rest.

Flaking

Dust before dust is how some die.

The white flecks on the dash – flakes 

from the old man slowly blowing away.

Earthworms

Under all this lawn

gravediggers tunnel 

night and day.