Poetry

City Morning (1994)

written by: alf hickey

Air flows through the airconditioner
Muffled by carpet, wall and ceiling
Peace in my quiet sleep escape
Then a new day begins

Dull vibrations bruise the brain
Earthquake of wheels
Scrapers phallic rising over you
Sunshine fills the cold

To the heart, the brain, the penis
There the people cum
To rise up for the orgasm
Of the corporate scale

Lights, windows, noticeboards
Tables, chairs and screen
But the thing that binds it all together
Is box and watercloset