INTO THE JUNGLE
DOOR OPEN, DOOR CLOSE
SWEEPING THE DUST ON THE FLOOR TO AND FRO
THE DULLED SHINE, THE SILVER LINES
RUNNING THE LENGTH OF THE RIVER
IT IS LIFELESS
SAVE FOR A FEW WANDERING SPIRITS, SHIFTING EYES, AND SHADOWS CREATED BY THE REALITY OF THE OUTSIDE WORLD.
AN ABRUPT GUST OF WIND ESCAPES THE WHITE MACHINE
AND IT COLLIDES WITH THE WALL OF SILENCE BEFORE RETREATING BACK TO THE WHISPER OF A DELICATE BREEZE.
TALES OF KITTY SWEATERS AND WORST NIGHTMARES HAUNT THE HALL
AND PENCIL LEAD, CHOCOLATE, AND COFFEE MAKE THEIR FRAGRANCE PRESENT.
A SCRAWNY BOY SKITTERS UPSTREAM, SPOONING THE REMAINS OF HIS MEAL INTO HIS MOUTH
HE IS ESCAPING THE HERD OF LIONS THAT MAY OR MAY NOT BE HUNGRY
ALL HE KNOWS IS THAT IT IS NO LONGER TEA TIME,
IT IS A RIOT AT THE BAR.
IT IS IMPOSSIBLE TO TELL ONE MUTED CONVERSATION FROM THE NEXT.
LOOKS OF CONFUSIONS ARE GLANCED EVERY WHICH WAY
LEFT RIGHT LEFT RIGHT LEFT RIGHT.
THE METAL DANGLES FROM THEIR FINGERTIPS, CARELESSLY TOSSED AROUND
LIKE A CIVILIZED GARDEN SALAD.
WANNABE THUGS ROAM THE HALLS,
LOST IN THEIR OWN RHYTHM
THEY MARCH INTO THEIR CAGES AND
THE SILENCE ENGULFS THE OBSERVERS, WHO HAVE NOT TAKEN A BREAK TO ENJOY THE LIFE UNFOLDING BEFORE THEM.
TWO HEADGUARDS STAND SMILING, OVERSEEING THE JOURNEY BETWEEN QUASI FREEDOM AND CAPTIVITY.
AN ODOR OF MUSK BUT MOSTLY LUST FLOATED DOWN THE LANE OF L-O-V-E,
ROAD MAPPED WITH FLIRTATIOUS SMILES AND PLAYFUL WAVES.
THE SECOND HERD HITS AND THE PARTYGOERS RETURN FROM THEIR RENDEZVOUS.
BUT IN A FLASH, WITH THE RING OF A BELL, IT IS ALL GONE.
REPEAT.
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