Monday, October 17, 2011

The Prisoner

I don't know how it began or when it began to unravel.  But, if life is a bag of cookies then these cookies are stale.  This would soggy when it should be crisp.  The music is peppered spots of mold.  I cannot go to work today.  I must forget the lack of inspiration and pretend that it is all worth while.

There is an imaginary zoo in my mind.  I've written about the Zebras and Penguins.  But, I've never invited them to my house for tea.  I like simple teas with ginger cookies.

Monday.

- Choppers