
Ah, my unloading at my cube, with my lunch and personal items to the right of the "work station."
The poet looks hungry - mad hungry. Maybe he's looking beyond the banana to the Boccalone lunchbag and its promised of "Tasty Salted Pig Parts."
Annotated mobile phone pics for the attention-challenged (2008-2010) and now writing from the Future (well, 2021, it just feels like the future).