Monday, January 30, 2012

No complaints

I kvetch plenty—
except when you
ask me to; then
looking for blue,
I find cyan.

ain't Calcutta.
Work is a zoo;
lunch is butter.
I can't complain.

It's a subtle
shift, grouch unease
to unframed peace.
Om babaloo.

So ask me please,
at times, to grouse.

1 comment:

  1. Noh complaint 2 play on nuclear words. I like it.