12/3/07
pink circles of rubber doom
skips across paper
killing words of brilliance
eraser

12/3/0
quiet constant buzzing noise
aches in my poor eyes
curse them and that I live here
fluorescent lights

12/3/07
orange powder sifting down
heaping in small piles
now clinging to my fingers
powdered cheese

12/3/07
smooth and silky one way stroked
with cool surface sleek
rough and jagged edges next
velvet

12/3/07
beating a constant tattoo
with little scrapings
punctuated with pink worms
writing with a pencil

12/3/07
clear shield, defending softness
without which would pain
disguised by bright colored paint
fingernail

12/3/07
all work and writing right here
contained in one place
easily carried around
my clipboard

12/3/07
honeycomb grid of metal
suspended below
network of cold filtered air
A/C grid

12/3/07
there is nothing I can do
I am sorry sir
it is a prime number this
seven

12/3/07
given a twenty dollar
give back one-fifty
carry the five, no wait, gah!
making change

12/3/07
lots of declensions and like
put verbs in the back
you have six words in one
Latin