Tried Truly

Written by: Debbie Guzzi

Blustering tornadoes of ire spin from my head, the blipping computer lost its net, yet again. Even the background of rosy sundrenched sea does little to quell the storm which brews gremlins of an esoteric bent skid with ease from flat screen~ ~to flat screen attacking the saucy skirt of the satellite dish next… Soundless talking heads waggle tongues tuneless dog tails, tattling tirades~ Green around the gills I salmon toward the kitchen. going for tea but the gremlins get there first. The microwave is fried black~ leaving me with an empty cup on my knobby knees searching for the bone-dry kettle. Ah well, having rounded the last pedal of the third clover leaf ~’~ I smile, trouble only comes in three’s!