4th Saturday of Lent

fishermen cast net
on the other side of boat –
stone dumped at town’s edge

An ode to the alien living in my head

An alien from outer space
Is living in my head
I think it landed on my face
While I was still in bed
My nostril was it passageway
To find its sinus home
I’ve asked it to “please go away;
Find someplace else to roam”
Instead it’s filled my head with gunk
That’s clogging up my nose
The only way to clear this junk
Is sneezing I suppose
I hear I’m not the only one
Invaded in this way
And though it’s not a lot of fun
I hear that it won’t stay
I guess that I will have to wait
For it to move its stuff
I’m hoping soon that I’ll feel great
’cause right now I feel rough