Friday Free-Verse

Chilly, misty gray Autumn day...
Reality wishes it had time to sleep,
For there are times
When it is just too damn real,
Even for itself.
Outside the window
The dampness pretends to be smoke
Writhing down to the ground,
Dancing around the new potted flowers
And the new cypress lattice,
Turning their colors gray,
Kissing them all with cold, white lips
And leaving them wet with anticipation.
Inside the room
I eye the stack of papers
That has occupied and annexed my desk,
All of them screaming, "Do me now,"
But I won't.
They have no power over me.
Surrender to paper, and you
Surrender your life.
I know better
Than to encourage it!
Instead, I choose to bow
To MUSIC and
The almighty internet.
Mr. U comes in.
His face is saying, "Get off that damned computer,"
But his mouth is saying nothing,
Though his hand is holding something:
A gray envelope!
And now his mouth is saying,
"This is for you."
Last Saturday's double-talk and double-cross,
Tricked into working,
Working hard
And punished for it,
But now, to my surprise,
Rewarded!
(Enough for a case of beer!)
Rewarded?
Hey, can I maybe do it again
Next time?
Okay...time for coffee...