Three short poems

for so far in October 2023

Skull talk

Had a talk with my skull today

‘Desolation Row’ played on the radio

We were happy with each other

Until we got to our teeth

He blamed me

I blamed him

We may never see eye to eye again.

Temperature’s dropping

Close the east window

but leave the north open

Robust!

In come gusts of clear cool air

which breathed through my room

easily only yesterday

Now enclosed