Swirling

Swirling

By: James Dubeau

Swirling

Twirling

Spinning

Around the drain

That is a dark lament

Reaching out

Grasping

For a handhold

To pull free

Wanting something

Anything

To click

Turning brass gears

Latch into place

And embrace

While taken for a ride

Across the cosmos

Through time and space

Into the great darkness beyond

Where lights of stars

And whole galaxies

Would only dream

To dare to tread

Background radiation

Drowns it all out

To nothing but

A pleasant

White

Noise

Choking out

A throaty scream

Single-Serving

Single-Serving

By: James Dubeau

Everywhere I go

In my tiny life

Everything must be

Single-serving strife

The coffee

The sugar

Even the cream

And when I do cook

Massive batches are made

Of chili

Stir-fry

Or even pasta

To be divvied up

Into single-serving batches

To be eaten as lunches

Over a week or three

For if I don’t

All the groceries go bad

Siting in the fridge

Waiting to be eaten

But I do like to cook

Honestly I do

And would cook even more

But it is just no fun

To be cooking for one