These are the thoughts of a Texas transplant in West Michigan who makes his living as a newspaper reporter by evening, and a struggling novelist by day.

Monday, August 22, 2005

the hour runneth late

the hour runneth late,
read the pages, read the pages,
find the errors, seek the typos.

the hour runneth late,
glance over headlines, watch the subs,
do cutlines match or fail to made the grade?

the hour runneth late,
the pages mount, the desk not seen,
sports, news, wire, augh!!
dspair, it won't get done.

the hour runneth late,
the midnight hour is at hand,
will we be late, will the call come in?
if not, let's move ahead and be done with it.

the hour runneth late,
stop no presses, they can't be stopped.
if all is well, all is well.
if not, then the guillotine for me or us

the hour runneth late,
kick back, watch o'brien, ferguson,
chat w/ dawnie, hear the kittens purr.

the hour runneth late,
it's time for bed, as the traffic
out is slow and the midnight moon
decides to take cover. good night


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