it’s cool that you think
I seem happy
from my silly blogs –
the digital diaspora
of my seeming every thought
but that’s clearly bullshit
I think you look happy on facebook too
which is almost certainly
a load of crap
I’m as miserable as I ever was
and as happy too, I suppose,
each fractured day,
the collaged nonsense
of a packaged to be couriered
a meeting which is running over time
and me, late for everything as always
I blame god for the weather
think really petty thoughts all the time
and don’t even mind when my poetry is shit.
eleanor j jackson 
sweet.