“Tales of offices that come and go as they please, here and
there they reaper as well disappear at will, I’m walking in a dream state lucid
and loose, everyone around me gives me a smile that says they know not what I want
but what I need, a firm handshake from an elevator man inside the changing
courthouse, as we went up he quoted Shakespeare and Blake with the palms of his
hands and the veins circulating the blood just like the absurd room I’m trying
to locate, the lobby room locust lazily descend into my crops of thoughts that
change like my destination, will these hallways ever stop this
regurgitation/heaving up and leaving, ghastly neurosis blocks my moldy roadmap
from being useful it’s like they are
some kind of transmission jammer hammering away any thoughts of getting through
the walls and into the clerk of conceptualism’s transient hole in the wall”