It Was All Wrong...

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.