Say it one line at a time, and you’ll get the rhythm. I was at work at the computer lab where I used to be employed. It’s a fun poem. There were three plants in the room, the only colorful items aside from my own clothes.
Observing a Mental Descent
Green tendrils course—
of the beige metal cabinet standing
rolling office chair, verde like
the tall windows on the far
mechanical computer lab
abound, plants sitting inside glazed
ceramic pots, ugly color charming,
teal and pocked stone.