Dizzy with light
from a frontage of windows,
I can feel my lips passing
from a frontage of windows,
I can feel my lips passing
wisps of pleasant fluff
back-and-forth
with a mild mannered
hostess, behind this sterile
stainless steel conveyor, which
stainless steel conveyor, which
certainly wasn't built
to accommodate the hugeness
of this encounter, but nevertheless
of this encounter, but nevertheless
over which
are nervously carried—both of our most
urgent motivations this morning:
are nervously carried—both of our most
urgent motivations this morning:
hers—to earn,
mine—to feel sated
by an elusive feeling
that I've done that already.
that I've done that already.
But even as our shared air
continues, warm and used-up now, to rise
in cute pools which tingle my senses,
continues, warm and used-up now, to rise
in cute pools which tingle my senses,
I am nearly drown
by the thundering chorus
of various would-be contestants
inside me, chiding—
Can it be true? Is this all
there is? And then—somehow,
alone again, white paper in-hand
finally, flush with a winner's
grin, pantomiming
to muzak—Isn't this plenty? More
there is? And then—somehow,
alone again, white paper in-hand
finally, flush with a winner's
grin, pantomiming
to muzak—Isn't this plenty? More
than enough?
