Layers and layers of cobwebs
on the glass window
A tiny maple leaf caught
in the center
Numerous tinier things
digested over the years
Dried insect wings
A pile of dry leaves
A wall with an abstract painting: black, pink, yellow, gray
green, orange, brown and cream.
Crumpled, used tissue paper on table
Book face down, open
Notebook with a blue pen on top
The book opens and someone starts to read
page by page, line by line.
The pen starts moving and writes poetry.
Someone coughs in my ears and
the pista green mucous sticks to the side of my face
The slight rustle of pages being opened
The muffled whispers
Silence in library, ooh that’s the rule,
someone is studying or not;
sleeping or glancing around;
surfing the internet or listening to his ipod, silence…
The drone of the announcement, a bored announcer: Library will close at six
German or French
Instead of “kəm-pyōō'tər” says kom-pyōō'tər.
He’s ready to go home,
People packing to leave
Its 5:45
Fifteen minutes to go
Get up…headbang, lose all clothes, go naked
only if it weren’t so windy outside and
people weren't looking
Coffee feels good,
aftertaste lingers
someone opens a polythene bag;
someone puts a pencil in my ears
deeper and deeper and turns it hard
Someone clears his throat:
about to sing, to say something?
More whispers.
Plans for the evening?
