Poem: Mental Descent

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—
down
the
side
of the beige metal cabinet standing
next
to
a
rolling office chair, verde like
the
trees
out-side—
the tall windows on the far
walls
of
this
mechanical computer lab
in
which
words
abound, plants sitting inside glazed
ceramic pots, ugly color charming,
a profusion—
of
subtly
mixed
teal and pocked stone.

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