The tulips flash soon.
My heart sags, makes
red carpet groping no fun.
Today’s rainbow burns a
needle-hole into the
southernmost tip of the
island.
There goes my
idea for a career change.
This day has been a coding
smorgasbord, always I’m
either just blank or I’m
blank blank blank blank
anymore. Esp. sifting thru
the conference participants.
Pass me the Xanax. I think
I’d rather be catty than talk
such hokum.
Today I blew
everything by sending
him the mail. He writes
partial sentences, which
in retrospect was of
course a bad omen.
