Fixing leaks, html tweaks
Images appear, once the path is clear
I've got myself a deadline
By the time the light shows
Hope I don't end up flatlining
Echoing through the walls
I evade, I blog, I flickr
But return thou must to the editor
This is really pedestrian poetry, neighbor's moving furniture upstairs
The heat creeping up
DO I really care?
Words falling over each other, 'don't shove' says one, its a stampede, yells the other.
My head is a glorious mess of loose ends and to-dos.
Telephone rings, a friend, a quick conversation
Rush rush bye-byes
The page waits, stoically.
My tea's getting cold.