Once In A While Poem by Sandra Osborne

My writing desk is filled with computer parts,
a monitor, a printer, cigarette butts, an ash tray,
an old cleanex tissue, coffee cups, beer cans,
a couple of cats and three dogs on the floor
where some books by Steven King and some geeky guy
are strewn here and there near lots of Rock-N-Roll music
and loads of software and card board boxes filled with a myriad of things,
like a picture of Stonewall Jackson,
and a few old Journal’s full of poems where I wished
that I had ended up different,
or at least that I had ended up rich,
or at least that I was published,
or at least that I had cleaned my desk off
once in a while.