Three Poems
Mike Young

Nothing is Interminable Right Now

Oh snap! According
to tonight's work
zee past
just sits there.

I feel like a Clydesdale
watching NASCAR
in a nice bathtub.

The Setback =(

Overnight bag's in the backpack
when the girlfriend calls up.
Woops. The niece got trampled
by zebras. Overnight bag's
back by the sink; night over.

Ants and Silverfish

I sponge up sugar.

They come back.

I wonder where from.

Never where will.

It's not like they can sing.