my gear

collecting my gear . . .
paint brushes, bucket, ladder
college diploma

just to say

ran after, calling
and she came back just to say . . .
i watched my friend leave

her last day

eighteen years service
but today is her last day . . .
some things always change

except this one

counting the minutes
sixty in every hour . . .
except for this one

joyful land

here I am, again . . .
this joyful land of darkness
gotta love a job

multitasking

I’m sitting upright
but it feels more like sleeping . . .
just multitasking

don’t try

new desk and office
new moon with new energy . . .
Don’t try to trick me!