Small mouths big mouths
some open up to catch flies
Others keep shut to hiss or suck.

A poem about slipping back into a state of depression, when the two sides of the same coin battle it out.

Written March 2011 Jackson County Jail.

I am enjoying.

Coping with the boredom of a nonsense conference. A waste of time, energy and money.

I am looking for them
here and there;
Are they at work
Or I am idle?

There is an upside to impatience as well.

About the winter and its charming effects.