El Capitan

Arranged idly on his face
two staring orbs of clouded blue

His hand confessed to nothing
while it pawed the ice cubed air

Down below his palsied feet
danced to a happy tune
only he could hear

"turn up the volume El Capitan"
he sang into deepest echoic space

His lift off was successful and now he was free

Raynaud's Phenomenon

With one small word 

all the goodness had been wrung out of the day

Her secret silver hair now covered in hennas of tobacco brown

and at other times natural brown or natures brown

 When wanting excitement

black or very black

Now hung lank and languid over the computer terminal

 Raynuad's blue fingers scratching at the keyboard

searching Google for the meaning of life

He walks by and coughs

her fingers keep moving

she does not even look up