storeroom
with silver trolleys with wires and cuffs and stuff about
and a pillar
shoots up thru the room all rude and blank stare
and i
get
a
weird
sensation
i'm what? three floors up on a hill facing south
and
this
is
a
room in the world/seems special
and
i
am
the Only One in here now/in this Room in the World
what things might this feeling mean? this special weird tingle of
supremacy? control? dominance?
its a moment/a morning to catch in my gut
and blend with the dense sea fug in there
and
my wire thin architecture mind thinks clear for a second
KNOWING
nothing special or weird is going on here
ONLY AT WORK/DUMBASS
but my feet feel the floating floor/the artificial shades of plastic
with
no
sod
or
clod
or green leafy structure to soften the harsh blank pillar
or creepy man meccanno
fuck it
fuck the world
tonight i'll shave my head close
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