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Wednesday, October 8, 2008

Conference Calls

White walls White walls
The blank walls where everything’s possible nothing is likely.
The white walls of Insuperable Tedium—
majestic in the immense lack of promise
erotic in the lack of imagination
distracting in their desire to meld
beginning and end like the clock stuck at noon
on the white walls white walls
unchanging as the voice of instructional films
somnolent in its effort to interest us
in something else
continual as the ringing of telephones
flat as the plaster and concrete
and loved like the fifteen-day work week.
White walls White walls
today I found my hands colliding.
Today I wondered
What am I applauding?
White walls White walls
When does the color come?

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

The clock simile is striking.