Stuck outside under an umbrella
it has started to rain, a gradual build up so I don’t know how long I’ll be here.
The computer battery is dying and
the coffee is only hot for so long.
it causes slight pain to my hand to type as I’ve smashed a pinkie finger and I actually type with all ten fingers.
I can’t shut one of them off.
playing piano hurts more.
thus I am unprepared for tomorrows lesson.
my back gets a little wet but the electronics are protected.
the damn chipmunk mocks my efforts from his hole at the side of the house.
mosquitoes feeding and making me feel anemic.
the rain puts the cigarette out.
the platitudes of willful resemblance 