Threshold seal drags across the tile
while hands turn back against the dial
Ominous roar sounds in cavernous stairwell
As paranoids leap to their penultimate farewell
Over sound barrier wall the interstate never dozes
but by lesser degrees (or so one supposes)
Antiseptic corridors, dim industrial lighting
the veil across loud TVs and couples fighting
Garbage cans spill beneath exit signs
to some better place it’s been consigned
Yes the refuse escapes, these memories erase
But we? We are stuck here, never leaving this place
There are no means for this fantasy to import
upon your experience, for realities fall short