he doff'd his cap, all suave and urbane,
i am the idol you serve in vain,
i am the recognition of people around,
ephemeral honour to which you are bound,
as you can see i'm nothing but air
it's all in your mind. I'm not really there.

Lawrence Hall, HSG
Mhall46184@aol.com

                                             Dense Fog Advisory

One wonders why fog should always be dense
Forever faulted for having no sense

Maybe because it’s a low-hanging cloud
Low-hanging around with a low sort of crowd

Winter wind,
please stop blowing
my thoughts away!

spirals weaved within the fabric of eternity
you can try shouting your way out
punching through to some other reality
some other place and time
be a hero everyone loves to hate
because you escaped
and every moment you stay free
they love to hate you all the more
because their spiral leaves no room
to be pleased for your success.