six word poem (3/31/12)
Fuse-box
tripped.
Waiting
for neighbor.
Dark.
Fuse-box
tripped.
Waiting
for neighbor.
Dark.
You’ve
still
got work
to do.
POSTED:
admired writer
seeking
dishwasher job.
All done.
Now
we just wait.
Big things
happening
all the time.
Tiredly swaying
between
heaven and hell.
Validated:
I am
a
person
again.
Wasted
my entire
day
for nothing.
No more
monthly
reporting.
Hooray.
Already ready;
conditioned
to
air conditioning.
Itchy sheets
in
these warm nights.
Playing
Wiffle Ball
inside
the apartment.
Cannot
believe
the book’s
almost done.
Playing
Clue
with her
; she
cheats.
“He was
playing
for
something more.”