Sunday, June 19, 2011

I tried

And failed to get my bed head in check
as I paused and looked wearily at

the facetiously cheery
reflection of myself

that mocked it's real-life brother
from the mirror in the corner of the elevator.

Halfway up to the 14th floor
I realized it wasn't going to happen.

Could an aversion to combs
be holding my glittering professional career back?

Or, was it because, on days like today
I ama about an hour late...
and appear to be stoned?

Perhaps l’ll never know...
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