by Barbara Etlin
When Mercury's in retrograde
it always foils me. It will raid
creativity and cause cascade
of brain. And all the plans I've made
to write will go askew. I wade
through computer repairs,
Blue Screen of Death.
My fancy new mouse doesn't roar
and I don't know what good it's for
(It sure won't move the cursor.)
I feel as though I'm slogging through
a prehistoric swamp of gore.
(I notice that my rhymes become
Though Skype is free I'd gladly trade
for working speakers that don't fade
when Mercury's in retrograde.
Copyright Barbara Etlin 2012, all rights reserved