Tuesday, June 29, 2010

cubical blues

I sit
in this box

9 to 5

writing words

Lunch before 3

If I'm lucky.

Happy hour @ six if I'm not.

I write words like a ghost.

For someone who'll call them their own.

They laugh and preen.

While I write here.

Jason's gossip

The yellow highlighter of the bright spots of this day.

The white out gizmo and alcohol

Cover up the mistakes.


Author Ann

Day after day after day ...

LOL the computer fairy is busy again eating my poetry. I hope it gets a massive case of computer indigestion

1 comment:

  1. Or

    maybe it could burp back up that last poem.

    I could rinse it off and try to post it.