Thursday, July 9, 2009

Bump

thursday mornings,
people still smell
like soap
and freshly dried hair
clothes are pressed
as we bump
against another, walls, and sliding glass doors

pre-recorded bells chime
"ding"
Fullerton
"ding"
Clark & Division
"ding"
Sunshine streaming in the window
"ding"
Madrid

looking up
realizing
bumps take me to dreams
the fresh morning smell
has molded
my brain
to think of far off
places
How to get to LA?
What jumpsuits look
best
with tan skin?

"ding"
Harrison

picking my pencils
and morning fantasy
I walk
slowly
to my gray
office
cubicle

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