Wednesday, September 3, 2014

SYMPATHY FOR THE NEXT DAY

Listen—because right now
the solemn 
popular anthem  

of just
a few—rusted old 
fan blades listlessly turning

and reverberating—softly 
off
these repeating self-

similar cubes—
of itchy pastel cardboard-
bordered

limp plaster peeling—
and sticky brown
and beige-

flecked linoleum
floors and muggy drop-
ceilings—sounds to them

kind of 
all-
like—dang dude!

the second day 
of school—

sure isn't nearly—as cool
as the first.