Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Shelley House Foyer

(from Rain)
by Mike Cope

Sign in at security.
They don’t ask for your ID.
It’s a farce.

The bored man at the desk, poor sod,
ignores your smile and little nod.
(Kiss my arse.)

Glass and steel and sliding doors;
the lift-shaft goes to all ten floors
of this place.

It’s all angles, modern, hard,
square as the holes on an IBM card...
in your face.

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