the ladies they asked for coffee
from the janitor
who wear the same long and sleepless face
while the others in their chairs
swirl their eyes
as they type away in disguise
of honest labor and service.
i go to my favorite place and
beat away to a dream.
i sit and take a good shit afterwards
with a fleeting consciousness
passing like a fog
and went back to my station
with one eye closed
still locked on the arms of sleep.