Wednesday, May 24, 2006

Poem #1

Speakers set to
the maximum acceptable level.
A level below which
my non-functional ears can
even begin to comprehend.

The old printer moans
and then it groans,
churning out page after page
of utter nonsensical blather.

The fluorescent lights hum
dimly ensuring that my paultry green
office tan is maintained for
another day.

Another day here.

3 comments:

missgraciegirl said...

hahahahaha! that's fantastic (and eerily reminiscent of something i would write, green tan and all).

Eric the Papa said...

Oh well... make the best of it

Be Brief said...

grab a beer & eat some pork at the beach

plow through

keep reading & writing