It was all wrong-
like walking around
in a migraine
with cotton in my ears
and ragweed in my eyes.
I collected my thoughts
at a rummage sale
and kept the drippings
in a jar
by the stove
knowing they’d come in handy
sooner or later
and I’d be thankful
for that bit of foresight
which has allowed me
to be so comfortable
in this ramshak cubicle
Dreaming of
the forever amended
master plan
and how it might turn out this week
if only the gods would smile.