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
Roobaroo roshni
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.
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6 comments:
Sooory, but I will steal this poem of yours and I'll paste it on my spot... is it yours???
gooooood stuff, man! love the stampede of words...
Hey laila! Its mine, totally! :-)Thanks, you will?!! Wow.
qs.g - thanks much! genuine outpourings of a frazzled head :-D
dude, where you are?
hey buddy, was totally swamped with work and home stuff!!!
Very nice site! » » »
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