On skin and a new poem
Am having a recurrence of dandruff problems on my scalp and other parts of my my head recently. It may have been one result of the rececnt police torture to my my nervous system.
“Hills” by yours truly
Pretty foothills
And stubborn wills.
Anger kills.
More pills.
But easy on swills.
Light lightning strikes,
Light as a brief night.
But later thunder can rumble
As well may, as well we may have might.
Blue foothills and sky.
Why oh why?