Thursday, January 06, 2005

a nice day

There’s a lung in the corner
of the room, just behind me

The building lives
it’s not very good at it

Limps along corridors
pushing its glassy stare

It grows with us
we lie in its pockets

The carpets stain
and the teeth lifts crunch

We have spent a century
escaping the body

Outside is a fine day
if we could reach it

2 Comments:

Blogger Ivy said...

Those first lines are killer.

7:32 pm  
Blogger Jay Rosevear said...

Hi Ivy, Thanks. Airconditioning is definitely weird, isn't it. Especially when it labours. Jay.

8:45 am  

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