Friday, August 10, 2007

Pollyanna and her syndrome.

My last few working days.
In my present company.
Feels great!
This week I have come to office.
Only twice.
Monday and Friday;Today.
I am playing Spitleaf by Zero.
On my system.
I dream of better times.
Of a hope less ordinary.
My boss is out.
Of the office.
Feels like college again.
Where I began.
The basis of my reality, per se.
The menace I saw.
The menace I felt.
All seem to lack.
A connection with verisimilitude.
But this is what I want.
And this my Friend.
Is what I will get.


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