Wednesday, May 6, 2009

The White Board Chronicles, Vol 2

JBs rendition of me sitting at the dining room table, using my laptop.



My hips are a desk. 
From my ears hang
chains of paper clips. 
Rubber bands form my hair. 
My breasts are wells of mimeograph ink. 
My feet bear casters. 
Buzz. Click.


(none of the poetry is mine. it all belongs to google)

2 comments:

LISA VAZQUEZ said...

Hey there!

Great poem!

*smiles*

Stop by my spot and jump into the convo sometime!


Peace, blessings and DUNAMIS!
Lisa

Miss B said...

Lisa,

I actually read the divestment series last week. I tend to lurk and will try to improve my behavior!