discarded mash

Thrashing in the snow
Fermented berries all gone
The Blue Jays are drunk

Hummus

Hummus is gritty

They did not hull the chickpeas

Fire all of those bums

Extiction

Dinosaurs are gone
Thunderous creatures silenced
Caveman Barbecue

Vacant thoughts

There becomes a point

All the words that were spoken

Are just empty air

Boredom sets in.

Enuii settles in.  I blankly stare at my toes.  I count up to ten.

The Good Soaps at GrandMa's

Grandma's special soaps

Covered in a fine grey dust

Never to be used

Nothing today.