Writer Unemployed

Writer Unemployed


Are you sleeping

or hiding
behind the secrets
You keep buried?
I ask.
Begging your forgiveness,
but
I have to work,

you say,
I cannot stay awake
And talk

the night away...
I have a life
beyond this bed.
And so,
I flip the switch
To Horatio

delivering
Deadpan one-liners

on CSI
Making mental notes
On murder,

knowing
I cannot retire

until
His socks and shorts

are dry.

--CHGreen ©2005