Upside Down

Upside down

Here's to the God of spilled coffee
who's just seen to it
that the work of hours
lies doused, brown
and od'd on caffeine.

A low-tech victim of a lack
of hard or soft ware;
no back-ups, no floppies,
just soggy A4
signed by Nescafe.

A space of wet desk
shines its smile into my eyes;
I try to drain the paper
into the bin
but drip on the carpet.

I bend to pick up the dropped cup,
the chaos is compounded;
my head bangs on the underside
of the smug desk -
inanimate anarchy!