Thursday, August 08, 2002

Once a day it’s time

Once a day it’s time for lunch
and I retreat a little deeper
crawl beneath my spotless desktop
digging down into the carpet
looking for the roots and grubs
that grow up from the seventh floor
and populate the musty crawlspace
blooming furious and thick
between the floors up in the sky
I’m sure I smell their perfumed stamens
just another couple inches
maybe I’ll work on the weekend
finish with my excavations
build myself a little burrow
never have to go outside