It's one of those days
When I just don't
Wanna be

Anywhere

The sun is moping
Behind raggedy-ass clouds
And the same wind
That blew away the sheets of my dreams
Blows still
Never still
Ever on
And on and on

And the goddamn word processor
With its grey borders
And ugly white face
Keeps auto-correcting what I type
Underlining my colloquialisms and
Capitalizing with each line break

Driving me mad

What it perceives of as
Mistakes I see
As the poor few kernels of truth
That hold the damn thing together

cae 11-28-03