Poem, Voices
From Outside In
March 6, 2024
it’s the bubbles, the condensation
old steam pipe conversations rattling
back in there behind lath and plaster
brickwork arches sweeping territorial
making of doorways set pieces
spaces in analytical anonymity
geometry of pipework in chill regular
cross-talk burbling mechanical code
deprecation modules old beyond mortar
but the room where I sleep is warm
simply talkative in broken ward
lays singing forever sameness
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