Dang

Coyote is chasing the
road runner
but its really about
the universe screwing
with the coyote.

Costco

Pillows,
Paper Shredder,
Listerine and
Peanut butter.
Let the fresh breath,
comfy sleep,
uncluttering and
yummieness begin.

No bricks in the wall this week

It is amazing how
much less traffic
there is on route 128
on this, a vacation school
week.

My place

Sees me off every morning,

Welcomes home every night.

Seven Weeks

There is this high tech
coffee maker at work that
makes individual cups,
pretty decent too,
which requires
replugging to get to
work. You replug and
listen for
the rumble which upon
ceasing the ready to brew
should flash.

Brownian snow flurry

is double exposed
over light Presidents
day traffic on Route 128,
it seduces me away from
Iteration 25 planning
meeting.

I am left wondering

If 10 years
of effort on all sorts
of levels while at excelergy
left any ripple across
the awning of
reality which has
meaning outside
the chatter inside
my robotic control
center balanced precariously
a top my neck.

40 degrees

Jimi Hendrix praises
foxy lady
(a bit possessively) as
day
brings mud,
optimistic birds,
snow melt and
ability to see cross
traffic turning on to
Great Road.

Poison in the kitchen

at 204 Second Ave
Waltham,
bagels,danish,chocolates.

February Thaw

The forecast brought
a smile when it
recalls a phone
call from California
with promises of forty today
and fifty later
in the week.

Work

Its what I have
right now.
So I will throw
myself into it
and see where
this leads me.

Haplogroup

On one of the straps
holding up the
suspended cieling
above my desk
someone
drew an asterick.

Early

Scooted out of the House at
6:45 am and traffic was
OK (Not speed limit but
above 45)
downside
jonesing for lunch
at 10:30!

Groundhog day

My landlord dug
out my trash barrel and recycle
bin from under a big pile of snow
and ice earlier this week.
In order to keep them
from re-internment
this storm they (barrel and bin)
have taken up
residence in my
bathtub.

Boot Camp Graduation

Brother and family
head out at midnight
to drive,
Pop and Samira
fly out the next morning
both beating the
snow storm.
My plan puts
me in a much more
precarious position,
uncle with an attitude.