Lingering On Phone Receivers 02/?/93

Lingering on phone receivers and
In stairwells
Hover-ring
Gliding
Towards
Something filled with smoke

Like a bannister thin and stuck and
Every little brick is a surprise

Something like a sun
Is burning in my sky
But
It doesn't melt the snow
And it's tricky, see
It only lights a stair
Here
And there
So it can leave the rest in shadow
As I stumble in the light

But the warmth...

There is mortar between each brick which
Holds firm despite the heat
And the sun sets directly on my lips a
Smiling sun
Touches softly

Like
A
Stair
That drops to
Find another
One below it just as strong
A knee against
A wall between
Two legs against
A wall
Like something filled with liquid smoke
Drink boy, drink, drink, drink
You know that you are thirsty