Monthly Archives: September 2014

I read on the couch
Cold air walks through the back door
Wrapped in throws, sleep strikes

If our cats could speak
Words would convey their distress
Instead of their pee

At Rosh Hashanah
He bashed new immigrants yet
Saw no irony

Raised voices at work
A cucumber martini
Squelches the echo

IBM is big
Just see how many show up
To rehash old plans

An all day meeting
At home, I race each minute
One more day passes

The project soaked in
The ooze of bad behavior
Choice words pulled the plug

Sunday slipped away
I read Lolita instead
Of making dinner