(Third Floor)A nonchalant company label,Atop the elevator panel reads“Committed to people flow.”
I descend, to a lower level.Shoulders stoop, the diaphragm allows,Some discontent to uneasily...
Bathed in the yellow glow of a hundred
lighted lamps, she smiles at them—
the ones who drape her in shimmering
red silk, embellish her with gold
and...
Life is between death and disease
You call it Colosseum inside the epicurean infields.
parakeetship
in the little mornings
we lived in vesicles.
pesticidal thick.
We talked of everything else
except...
