at work
of
course
and
again
thinking about buddha and his noble beginnings
thinking about warhol and his pre-fame work
when
they
test
the
fire alarm and i know it must be thursday
or else it isnt
and
theres
a
fire
and i smelltaste the burnt flesh
where
the
surgeons are working
in
the room next door
and
i
look
for art and for sense
in the tumble stacks
of
plugs
and
pipes
ripe for ramming and jamming
in the feeble soft machines
but
its
all
too noisy here
to
skew
my eyes that way today
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