They Know Your Name
October 20, 2005 11:14 PM
Micro-fiber walls, velvet desk, soft-black-everywhere dreams.
Hands down on the desk, stretched out, eyes closed,
soft-black-everywhere dreams. Soft-padded silence,
underground air, deep deep breaths.
Hands face down, eyes closed, head leaning forward, cushions
in the air. Think of this
when your life
is being sucked,
sucked...
into a vortex







