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.

6-29-10

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