day thirteen
Idle Curiosities
Perched on her windowsill, Fourteen stories above the ground Through the glass and hazy mist She felt a vague radiating warmth She saw a chrome glimmer flicker And wondered what it was all about.
Huched over a little fire As the lines of fighting and surviving blurred Like today and yesterday and everyday He glanced up 14 stories high Saw the laser strobes of light And felt so acutely the coldness of her warmth.
Her self-serving self-satisfied Analog states of mind The true highs and fake lows Of a girl on the 14th story His heart beat in binary Or to put it more accurately- Whatever he had left of his heart beat in binary A rusted piston engine grimly at work.