I could hear
them on the thirteenth
floor talking,
through the door of the
fifteenth I went,
wondering...
in the darkness
I hit the button on
my flash light,
attached to my jacket,
to see the number,
is that a five or a six?
I had to go up to the window
to see it properly,
God my eye sight is failing,
it's a 5!
then I go to
several other doors,
then back
onto the stairs,
they've gone,
it would seem,
no voices...
must have heard me
coming,
when I open the thirteenth
door, there's two people
just sitting there,
pawing each other and
yawning,
they are homeless,
I can tell,
are using the building
as a refuge,
the girl has fresh purple
scratches all over her neck,
she stands up to let me past,
he just stands smiling a bit,
looking -
'you caen fit time it is? '
he sez, rolling his eyes over,
in a need for sleep,
I take out my P.D.A.
it's 9.25am, I add,
oh! cheers he sez,
wavering there like
some kind of somnambulist,
she smiles into my face
a bit more,
though I'm not sure now,
how much?
her clothes are all strewn
and old,
as I walk away...
I cannot review the truth,
or find any proof as why
they would want to be like this,
for a second I think myself
into thinking I could actually
help them,
I romance over this
as I reach the eleventh...
other stupid things I wouldn't
dream of enter me too,
by the the time I leave
the whole building,
they are light years
from this planet....
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