Dogs 2006

TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES
(12/11/06)


an errant
click of a mouse
has landed me in
a computer purgatory
processing
processing
processing
my way
to a better
tomorrow

a night alone
in the office
is probably beneficial
in some way

meaningful dialogue
with the janitor

tracking
the predatory patterns
of a particularly elusive
interloping rodent

discovering that I still
have some cough drops
at the very back
of a desk drawer
beneath a pile
of 2 year old
receipts

tasty

my left brain
is in a logical logjam
while my right
is lollygagging
in a fanciful
phantasmagoria

best to put
the malingerer to work
and the martyr
in a preemptive coma
captive in a crypt
of feigned
responsibility

the two
have never
played nice
anyway