“Day, have I the guts to greet you? Alarm clock tomorrow, cradle to the grave. Working full-time.”
-The Constantines
This summer, I’ve traded the field for the 407 and the forest for the panoramic view of Terminal 3. And I wrote some haikus on my lunch break:
near Terminal 3
is that a Boeing I hear?
no, just my stomach
—
Hey fluorescent lights!
making me look like a corpse
lunch alone again.
—
keep it together
thanks to standard paper clips
or trombones, in French
—
weight watchers brownie
you’re the size of a matchbook
that’s not big enough
—
dear swivel desk chair
if we were soldiers in war
I’d leave you behind
Top photo: “Coloured pencil” by Noj Han, used under CC BY / Resized from original
ive never been to your blog but its pretty hilarious. trombones in french? no effin way. your day sounds like mine. except i get to miss the swoosh of the airplane.
you make me LOL embarrassingly loud alone in my office
jan you are way to funny!
weight watchers brownies are a freakin tease if you ask me!
love love love
LMD