Working from Home

Every day, when I go to work, I wrote a poem on my cigarette breaks. What with my situation changing – and me working from home in the future – I thought I’d try to carry the tradition over. This, then, is the first poem that I wrote on a cigarette break while working from home.

 

So it’s my first full day

where it’s all official,

and I’m writing for Wikipedia,

talking about artists

and the art they make,

and then I’m setting up my website

and smoking a cigarette.

This is the first poem

I ever wrote

standing right outside

my porch;

I’d better get used to it,

it’s better than the alley

behind Regatta House,

and when I’m done,

I can go inside

to stroke the cat,

which isn’t a metaphor.

People say

when you work from home,

you masturbate.

That’s just not true,

I’m far too busy dealing

with kitty litter.

Then when the postman came,

I got distracted again

because my girlfriend

likes to order

from the internet.

But anyhow

it’s almost noon

and the day’s

maybe getting

away from me.

I need to make

more money

if this is to fully be

sustainable.