<-- break glass to release door

There was a growl and a hum and i wondered
what day would bring.
The soft-toed slippers boarded the plank
and queued like no other species she'd seen.
If for a moment her eyes were held by
a brightly coloured scarf -
or hat -
it made her feel as if something could still be done.
The smell was nothingness, sterile plastic
with top notes of ozone.
The elevators made a mess of things
and all around (including the floor
and the chair she approached with caution)
was
white.

8/2/2011

9:55 am

Leave it alone
she said
before proceeding to recite the
vowels of the alphabet (in order of importance).

They stood there with their
3-tipped hats
and surveyed the expanse.

An endless-seeming apocalypse
of green trees,
old growth,
fuzzy slippers,
warmth.

In the midst of all this
the girl with dizzy eyes
began to recite her ode to finality.

And we shifted the coconuts, while
sitting on our deckchairs.

8/2/2011