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.
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
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ReplyDeletemaybe it could burp back up that last poem.
I could rinse it off and try to post it.
Again.