I have a desk near the big windows now
I can look out at the street and think
What do the drivers think of me
at night when the big windows are all lit up
and they're making illegal u-turns
near the entrance to the office
that strange building where the ceiling is too high
glass, paint, and metal
like the skeleton of some great beast
that was vanquished
and turned into a seat of evil
with a high energy bill due to ventilation
Do they see my outline and wonder what it is I do?
am I happy?
what is the best way
to infiltrate this building
and kill me?
they're probably focusing on
or their own inner lives
Sometimes loneliness overcomes me
and I dream of climbing down from this loft
and bursting out the glass doors
and asking them aren't you also lonely?
don't you also see the world ending?
like I did when I was young and riding bicylces
down the same five streets
over and over
hoping to find someone and ask them
aren't you also lonely?
isn't the sun not warm enough?
but it's night now and
if they see me at all they probably just think
nothing at all