I was sat in an empty office
11 flights up
Next to the window
With the telephone off the hook
Waiting for it to ring.
The sun: a milkman
Leaving glass bottles of orange
Outside my closed eyelids
Hot as hell and happy
These are how workdays
Should be spent.
Daydreaming last summer
Swimming in ponds every day.
I hear a tapping, I
Ignore it. Get back to summer.
BANG BANG BANG
The lucid summer
Slips and I open my eyes.
Outside the window
A toothless man,
Warped behind
The greasy window;
Swirled in suds.
He smiles and when he notices
He has disturbed my
Little piece of heaven,
Laughs aloud
And moves down
On his electric box
Out of sight
I put my feet
Back on the desk
Lay back in the
Cool and comfortable chair,
Cannot get comfortable
The sun shoots bright red
Bolts at
My closed eyes
Phones begin to ring
Around the office -
I met the devil once;
No fire
No brimstone
Just a silent laugh
And the profound ability
Of getting one's back up.
