GOOSEBERRY

I am a gooseberry today,

Words crash onto the keyboard,

Great, lumbering doozies.

My fingertips won’t twizzle,

Or salsa or cha-cha-cha.

They cacophony, they kerfuffle

To boos and whistle-hisses,

Slipping on syllables,

Wounding haikus,

Bungling about like bad ideas

In spandex and stilettos

With even worse hair.

Pre-Launch jitters?

Wake me up when tomorrow comes…