Comments about Calum Rodger
The Office Canteen
I work in the office canteen
Where the walls are blue & the borders green
And there's so many suits without heads
And the air is obscene.
From spotless passageways lit bright above
Just like at school, they come. The lunchtime break.
A mime industrial; carpet shuffle; floorboard creak.
Gargoylic glares more sad than fierce look
Upon their bait: the vats of mince. The hook:
I catch their eye, they hunger for the stove.
And then the few that do not gorge on chips
Will swarm about the iron salad bar
(That formulaic sustinence bazaar)
Saliva wet ...