damn'damn'damn.

I just knock over my last jar of honey.
the tower is immersed in a puddle,
in my rush to mop up the mess,
with my tongue?(i wish) i knocked over my tub full of pens,
wet betting notes and plans all sopping wet,
can see droplets of cider on the keyboard.

weeping,

and SEETHING,

like you cannot imagine.

that was my last ounce of joy,
now contained by an old towel that i use to cover my keyboard.

my second worst nightmare.

erixter wrote:weeping

it hurt nobby.
it really hurt.