Inside

I installed a
smaller flea
door in the
dog door in

my door, then
locked each of
the three doors
from the

inside to prevent
the intrusion of
time.  I am now
too far inside

to hear myself
when I dream.

Making Do

What if a much
of a whether it's
wind laid down
its weapon and

wept?  A crow,
sensing it's not
time yet, waits.
A staircase the

weather is climbing
creaks with age.
"Mud", reluctantly
riming with "flood",

makes do with
the water it has.

As A Rule

Common sense, shorter
in person than on
the big screen, is
accessible only on

horseback, and then
only when weather
permits.  A premise
becomes a promise

after a painful
round of vowel
swapping.  Things
that can't go on

like this exit
to the left.