Today

I came across this poem written by NZ author Anne-Louise Philpott back before I was even born. I really liked it though; some days I can really relate and I've great admiration for those who can smile at themselves through their own confusion.

TODAY
I've smoked
a little
McKuen,
read a
banana
or four
eaten my
correspondence
and posted
a packet
or more
and TOMORROW
I"ll run
over my
hair with
a toothless
comb,
stalk in
a park
or three,
fritter an
hour or
two typing,
and wonder
what's
happening
to me.