(tap-tap-tap)
Walking back to my
cube I caught
the top of
David over there
looking at
me. Now I can feel
my pulse
in my ears
Sent by: DKT3
What were you smiling about?
It was just his head:
it was just all of his head looking
at me, the eyes not blinking.
It was Humpty-Dumpty with red
wild and thinning hair
sitting on a cubicle wall
staring me down.
I felt like prey.
(I ran behind a tree.)
This sport, this Protean sport,
it goes on not only in these aisles,
behind these low bogus walls, but also
along the phone lines, the current
streaming
out of our fingertips.
i didn't realize i was smiling.
It sounds like
taptap taptaptap
and it is a dance. It is the
electronic cubicle dance,
and it is or will soon
be done everywhere.
Certainly at Autodesk.
(Probably not at Microsoft.)
(Across the surface of the earth
there are rayon-sheathed lovers sitting
a few feet apart in
large square buildings,
and the lovers are exchanging
electronic love letters.)
Sent by: DKT3
One of your many beauties...
You and I, we dance together
along the miles of gray aisles.
We dance on a floor
on top of another floor on
top of fifty more.
We are a violently beating heart,
we are cowards with hard-ons
channeling ourselves into tiny wires.
That is how life is now.
- Lisa Cullen (chanceofshowers@hotmail.com)
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